Page 37 of Along Came a Rogue

As he worshipped at her breasts, she traced her hands hesitantly over his shoulders and down his chest. He groaned and took a deep breath to steady himself as her hands swept further downward, her fingertips fluttering over the ridges of his stomach. Then lower still…

She whispered, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” A thrill raced through him. God yes.

When her fingertips brushed against the base of his cock, his entire body stiffened, tense and waiting, holding his breath. Her fingers gently traced down his hard length, tentative with light caresses, and he relaxed against her soft touch with a sigh.

But when her hand closed around him and gently squeezed— “Like this?”

He couldn’t hold back the shudder that jolted through him or the growl that tore from his throat as she began to stroke up and down his shaft. “Emily, that’s…Yes, just like that.”

Her touch was unlike any he’d felt before with any other woman. She sought out his erection in half-innocent exploration, half-wicked seduction, and all of it was maddeningly arousing, leaving him rock-hard and aching to claim her.

He squeezed his eyes shut and fought to maintain control. Every muscle in his body screamed with need to plunge into her warmth and drive to release. But he had to make this good for her, he absolutely had to. Tonight was all for Emily, and whatever pleasure he found was simply because she granted it.

Emboldened, she rolled her palm over his tip, and the hot friction combined with the ongoing stroking of her other hand along his shaft to drive him out of his mind. “Does it hurt?”

He gave a jerky nod, unable to move in any way else lest he lose himself against her fingers like an untried green pup and embarrass himself. “It hurts good. So damnably good…”

She gave a throaty laugh of pleased delight, and as his cock jumped in her hands, he sucked in a panting mouthful of air. He wanted to pleasure her longer, to kiss and lick his way over every inch of her enticing body until she squirmed, whimpering and begging for him, but he simply couldn’t hold back long enough now. Good Lord, he was on the verge of bursting! And from only a few strokes of her hand.

Nudging her legs apart with his knee, he settled between her thighs as he kissed her hard, ravishing her mouth the way he planned on taking her body. She moaned against his lips, and he’d never heard a more erotic, more thrilling sound in his life.

He carefully shifted forward onto one arm to keep his weight off her belly, then reached with his other hand to position his rigid cock against her entrance and nestle down into the first layer of her wet folds. Holding himself there, he felt her tiny muscles tighten around his tip, as if her body were trying to draw him inside of its own volition.

Yet he waited, delaying the sweetest movement and reveling in the anticipation. He would never again have this moment of sliding inside her for the first time, and he wanted to make it last just a few heartbeats longer.

He brushed his lips against her temple. “Emily.” Her name was a prayer for absolution, a plea for redemption—

Lowering his hips, he sank smoothly inside her in a single stroke, sheathing himself fully to the hilt in her gloriously tight warmth. He pressed down until his hips seated against hers, unable to plunge any deeper, then he groaned as her softness enveloped him. He squeezed his eyes shut, for a moment doing nothing but lying still inside her and enjoying the wonderful sensation of having her surrounding him.

A soft whimper rose from her lips in an incoherent plea of need. Granting her wish, he rocked himself against her. With slow, shallow beats of his hips against hers, he set himself to growing the arousal inside her. But soon, unable to keep himself in check, he deepened his thrusts until each plunge brought a moan to her lips, each retreat a whimpering sigh of loss.

“Move with me, darling.” His hands slid down to clasp her hips and show her how to rise from the mattress to meet each thrust. “Show me that you want me.”

When she raised her hips tentatively to meet his, he groaned her name and lifted her against him, again and again, until she found the natural rhythm of their joined bodies, until her hips instinctively strained against his, until she writhed eagerly and uncontrollably beneath him.

Her arms clasping around his shoulders, Emily closed her eyes as she shivered with joy. She’d never known that being with a man could be this wonderful, this good. And oh, how good it felt! Not once during her marriage had intimacy been like this…this special, this perfect as it was right now. Grey wanted her; the raw need she saw in his desire-hooded eyes thrilled her immeasurably, and surely, this was how it was meant to be between a man and a woman. Aching. Raw. Hot and sweaty. Absolute perfection.

But even this wasn’t enough. Something was happening to her, something she desperately wanted to happen. Without warning, flames flared through her from the inside out—she knew then how intimacy was supposed to be between a man and woman. Oh, dear God, she knew!

The cry ripped from her throat as all the muscles in her body clenched tightly. Her sex flexed around him, then released in a shattering shiver of exquisite pleasure that exploded out like a million stars from her center where he lay buried. She fell limp beneath him, unable to do anything more than gasp for breath.

Grey pumped his hips hard against her, all restraint gone as he now sought his own climax. “Never—never this good,” he groaned incoherently. “Only you, Emily…God, brat, only this with you…”

She felt the first small squirt of his release inside her, and without a trace of shame, she tilted her hips to receive him. There was no need to be careful, no need to deny herself this last pleasure and most precious gift from him. With a shuddering groan, he plunged deep inside her and poured himself into her, his thighs and buttocks straining to empty every last drop. Then he collapsed onto his side beside her.

Her eyes still closed, she lay with one hand resting against his chest, the exact same spot she’d been touching when she shattered around him. His heart.

“Emily, are you all right?” His raspy voice came thick with concern. He placed his hand over her lower belly. “The baby?”

“We’re both fine.” She slipped her hand over his, entwining their fingers. Then she opened her eyes, and at the look of happiness on his face, sheer joy danced inside her. Yet she bit her bottom lip. “But…”

“But?” He tensed with sudden apprehension.

She hesitated, then blurted out, “Oh, Thomas can never know about this!”

He laughed and pulled her tightly into his arms.