Page 78 of The Forbidden Lord
What was there to disapprove? He had a broad chest with hair that held just enough red tint to make his body appear gilded in antique bronze. His waist showed no signs of thickening, and between his lean thighs …
She jerked her gaze back to his face, somehow managing to hide her alarm. “You’ll do, I suppose.”
Do? she thought. He would split her in two with that … that male appendage! Obviously she’d misunderstood this matter of mating. Surely women weren’t built to accommodate such a thing. Surely God had erred in creating Jordan’s private parts.
Never mind about ruining her—Jordan would kill her!
But it was too late to escape, too late to protest her lack of experience. Already, he’d caught her in his embrace and was backing her toward the bed with clear intent, his member jutting against her thighs. “You ‘suppose’ I’ll ‘do’? We’ll see about that, my darling Emily. When I’m through with you--”
I’ll be dead for sure,she thought in a panic as he tumbled her back on the bed, parting her legs to kneel between them.
His gaze was hot on hers as he caught her hands, pinning them on either side of her head. It left her open and exposed in a way she’d never felt before, and her panic increased when he lowered his head to her breasts. The instinct to fight him surged up in her … until his mouth closed over her nipple and his tongue swept it in a caress as thrilling as it was gentle.
She went limp. Dear heaven. When he did that, she almost believed hewouldn’tkill her. At least not with pain.
No, pleasure was his weapon, one he used most cleverly. Everywhere his mouth touched there was heat, excitement, secret enjoyment. And his mouth was everywhere … sucking each breast until she arched beneath him, then trailing down to taste her navel. His evening’s growth of whiskers rasped against her skin, but that too was a seduction, reminding her that he was a man and she was very, very much a woman.
Their fingers were entwined now as he marked a path of kisses along her lower belly with great skill. He made her acutely aware of her body, treating each slope and indentation to lavishcaresses that made her squirm and sigh. She’d never guessed a man’s mouth could provide such wanton luxuries.
And such torture. He made her want things she couldn’t put a name to, made her ache in places she’d never ached before. He seemed to be aching, too, because more than once he groaned and the muscles of his face were tight with restraint.
What he was restraining himself from doing, she wasn’t sure. But if this was only the beginning of his seduction, she would never make it to the end.
Then he took her by surprise, pressing a kiss into the thatch of hair between her legs. She nearly shot up off the bed. While she watched in shocked fascination, he released her hands so he could part her curls and bare the soft folds of her flesh for a second, more intimate kiss.
Something curled up tight inside her, something urgent and most assuredly wicked. “Wh-What are you doing?” she whispered before she could stop herself.
He smiled. “Has no man ever done that to you?”
What should she answer? Did every man behave so outrageously in bed? Her mother’s terse description of lovemaking had made no reference to such wild acts.
Thankfully, he supplied the answer himself. “Apparently not.” He caressed her with his mouth again, lingering over her until it felt as if a spring were twisting inside her, tighter and tighter with every touch of his tongue to her too sensitive skin. She grabbed fistfuls of damask coverlet to keep from clasping him to her and showing him just how wicked she was.
But she couldn’t stifle her small cries of pleasure. “Yes … oh, goodness gracious … Jordan …Jordan…”
“Do you like that? Does it please you, my darling Emily? Or shall I stop?”
“No!” Shame swept her at this evidence of her wantonness, but her hips moved toward his mouth. “I mean … I don’t know … please, Jordan … please…”
He didn’t stop. His tongue was inside her, stroking her… tightening the spring until she could almost not bear it anymore. So much tension … it was too much … she would never endure it …
Then suddenly it snapped, spinning outward to shoot pleasure through every limb and vein and muscle. It tore an animal cry from her as her body arched up off the bed, then collapsed in a great shudder of release.
When she could think again, she found him watching her with a grin of pure male satisfaction. She was smiling, too, and couldn’t seem to stop. Every part of her body felt soft and languid and delicious.
“I will ‘do,’ will I?” he growled as he moved up over her, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders. Sweat plastered tendrils of auburn hair to his forehead, and his face shone with raw desire. “Now we'll see ifyouwill do, my darling.”
Her pleasurable languor vanished as his member probed between her legs until it found the entrance and inched inside.
Oh, dear, what was she supposed to do now? She had no idea! What did he expect of her?
“Good God, you’re so tight …” he murmured as he slid deeper, his eyes closing in obvious satisfaction.
Tightwasn’t the word for it. He filled her so utterly she couldn’t think of anything else. Surprisingly, her body seemed to stretch to accommodate him. Still, there was pressure … a great deal of it. It widened her most uncomfortably.
Surely this was as much of him as she could hold. Surely he couldn’t move inside her any more. Yet he did, sliding farther and farther until she thought he might cleave her in two. Sheshifted beneath him, trying to make him seem not quite so… so … intrusive.
Suddenly he gave a forward thrust that tore something inside her, wringing a cry from her lips. He froze, and his eyes flew open in shock. “Good God! Damn it, Emily, what--”
