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“Your body knows.”

And it did.

It pressed and circled against him as he continued to watch her. The pressure was nearly unbearable.

“I can’t.”

“You can, Emma.”

Her whimpers reverberated through the empty chamber. She couldn’t stop them. Couldn’t stop thrusting against him.

When he moved his hand against her this time, she could no longer hold on. Her body exploded as her fingers clenched against the hard muscles of Garrick’s shoulders. The rippling sensations spread from her core to every other part of her body and only intensified when she opened her eyes to find him still watching her.

She licked her own lips then, unable to swallow. Or speak. It was like before, but stronger, more intense. And only when the throbbing began to ebb did Emma remember to breathe.

He withdrew from her then, the loss so poignant she wouldn’t allow it. She reached for his hand, wrapped it around her back and kissed him with her newfound love, raw and unequivocal. Garrick lifted her then, cradling her in his arms, and strode over to the bed. He tossed her onto the bed and climbed atop her, his weight a delicious pleasure.

“I’m going to do it again,” he warned her just before he lifted her shift and made good on his promise. This time, with him lying partly above her but to one side, she was able to grip him more firmly. No longer startled by his touch, she was prepared for it when he entered her again.

Emma knew what to do this time. And when his mouth captured hers, his tongue mimicking the movements down below, she couldn’t hang on for long. She let go nearly immediately, her cries muffled against him.

“My beautiful Emma.”

Oh God!

That pushed her over the edge. A cliff she fell from willingly, never hitting the bottom. With Garrick’s help, she soared, her knuckles painful from clutching him so tightly.

“Never.”

When she finally came back down, her feet once again planted on what felt like solid ground, she realized she’d said the word aloud.

“Never what?” he asked.

Good question. She’d never experienced anything quite like it?

Nay. I never want to let him go.

* * *

Garrick rolled to the side, realizing he was likely crushing her. He closed his eyes, attempting to get control of himself. His cock was hard, throbbing, aching to be touched. To glide into her as easily as his fingers . . . nay, that wasn’t helping.

Stop thinking of it.

He needed to think of something, anything, but the passionate response of the woman lying next to him. If he so much as turned toward her . . .

“Garrick?”

“A moment, if you please, Emma.”

He took slow, deep breaths, willing himself to gain control. He had no choice. There could be no relief for him. Not here. Not with her.

Never.

What had she meant?

“Are you well?” she asked.

He still couldn’t look at her. England. Scotland. Acre. He’d never been with a woman who aroused such a passion in him. What would it be like to . . . Garrick, stop.