Page 91 of The Forbidden Lord
“You say that only out of anger at me for thwarting your plans. But you don’t mean it. What possible reason could you have for denying us both what we want? Especially when you know we’re going to be married anyway.”
“Because … because …” She faltered as he glided his hand up past her loose stockings to her upper thighs. He found the patch of hair and tangled his fingers in it, caressing her lightly, easily.
She sucked in a ragged breath. “Goodness gracious … oh, dear …”
He delved into her, his blood quickening to find her wet and warm and ready for him. Stroking her in time to the rocking of the carriage, he whispered, “Listen to your body. It never lies.”
He found her little nub and rubbed it until her eyes slid shut and a flush of pleasure lit her face. “You are … a very wicked man,” she choked out.
“Wicked is as wicked does.” He caught her head in his free hand, holding it still as he lowered his mouth to hers. “And I am going to do so very many wicked things to you, my darling …”
She sighed, a small sigh of acquiescence, and he swallowed it with his kiss. He took great pains not to frighten her with the intensity of his need, but it was all he could do to keep the kiss tender when what he truly wanted was to ravish her like a marauding Viking.
At first she responded timidly, hesitantly. But as their tongues mated and twined, she arched toward him, grasping his waist to pull him closer. Before he knew it, she was clutching handfuls of his shirt and tugging it loose from his trousers.
He unfastened the buttons of his trousers, then his drawers, eager to help her. Her hands slid down his sides and around to his back. But when she slipped them inside his loosened trousers to cup his buttocks, he nearly lost all control.
“Good God,” he muttered as he tore his mouth from hers, “you never cease to amaze me.”
Her eyes were glazed with desire, and a sultry smile touched her lips. “If you can do wicked things to me … then I can do wicked things to you …”
His kiss cut her off, and this time he couldn’t contain his need. His tongue drove into her, possessing her mouth, while the fingers of one hand probed between her legs, seeking her slick inner core. She shifted to give him better access, but nearly fell off the seat and had to move back. Their positions made it awkward to touch her like this, especially with the carriage motion threatening to toss them onto the floor any minute.
With a growl, he removed his hand and sat back on the seat. Shoving his trousers and drawers down past his knees, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap. As her mouth went round in surprise, he maneuvered her until she was straddling his thighs, her skirts hitched up past her knees.
She planted her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him wide-eyed. “Wh-what are you doing?”
Reaching for her bodice, he unhooked her gown, peeling it away until she wore only her sheer chemise. “There’s more than one way to make love, Emily. I took you like a rutting savage last night, so today you shall set the pace.”
A blush stained her cheeks as she stared down at his rampant erection. “I … I don’t understand.”
He grinned. “Oh, I think you do.” Clasping her waist, he drew her closer so that his member jutted up against her, the tip brushing the bunched up chemise covering her belly. “Put your knees on the seat. Yes, like that. Now rise up on them and …”
That was all the direction she needed. Though her face was a brilliant shade of red, she nonetheless positioned him beneath her, then slid slowly down, encasing him in her sweet velvety warmth.
“Oh, God …” he groaned. “You feel so good … so damned good …” If he’d ever guessed she’d be this willing and adept a learner, he would have proposed marriage the first night he’d met her. Obviously, he needn’t worry that she would want to make love with the candles snuffed and the curtains drawn.
Indeed, there was a light in her face now—excitement at her success, surprise, and certainly the hot flush of enjoyment. She wiggled experimentally on his lap, and he gasped.
Casting him a delighted smile, she did it again. It only served to torment him, since she didn’t continue the motion. He writhed his hips beneath her, trying to get her to move the way he wanted, but she merely sat there.
“You have to move, darling,” he ground out. “Up and down.”
“I know how it’s done, Jordan.” A mischievous grin spread over her face. “I was there last night, too, remember? But you said it was my turn to set the pace, and that’s what I’m doing. I think I’d rather sit here a moment and look at you.”
First she stripped his shirt from him, then dragged the tips of her fingernails slowly down the front of his chest.
“Emily …” he growled.
“How about this?” With a smile, she slowly, maddeningly, rose up on her knees and came back down on him by torturous degrees. His fingers dug into her sides as he gritted his teeth. She did it again, even slower this time, though she finished with a little shimmy of her hips that drove him absolutely insane.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a tease?”
“Me? I didn’t start this, and you know it.”
With an oath, he glared at her. “Move, damn you!”
“You mean, like this?” Her face was the very picture of innocence as she slid up the length of him, then back down by what seemed like quarter-inches. “I am doing it right, aren’t I?”
