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“Don’t apologize,” she breathed, her voice catching part way through.
He shook his head. “I wish…” But then he lowered his mouth again, the kiss lingering, growing, deepening until Emily had lost all sense of time and place. Only Ace mattered, only the feel of his body against hers.
Which was why she’d hardly noticed when he lifted her up, wrapping an arm under her behind as he carried her. It wasn’t until he went to lay her on the bed, the soft mattress under her back, that she realized what she’d allowed.
And despite the depth of her desire, she froze, stiffening. She should not be on his bed. “Ace,” she said again, but this time his name came as a sigh tinged with her concern.
He stilled too, looking down at her. “Emily, don’t be afraid.” His thumb brushed along her cheek. “Whenever you wish to stop, just say the word. I would never…” He drew in a ragged breath. “You’ve given me so much these last days, I wanted to give a bit of pleasure back to you but not if it will upset you.”
The tension eased a bit. “It didn’t upset me…” She licked her lips and his eyes darted to her mouth again. Heat settled low in her stomach. “I just…” She searched for the words to explain. “There is no formal promise between us despite the affection I think we both share.”
“We do.”
“And while I know I’ll never feel about anyone else the way I feel about you, I would be remiss if I…” She stopped again. She trusted him with her life and with her feelings. But he’d been clear about not wishing to marry, and she could not give herself to him knowing that.
He brushed a stray lock of hair back from her forehead. “Emily,” he said, then dipped down, kissing the hollow of her neck. “I want to touch you, feel your pleasure, but I’ll not take your maidenhead. I swear you’ll still be a virgin when I am done.”
She swallowed, excitement sizzling like butter on a hot pan. But there was something in the words that cooled her ardor too. If he were protecting her virginity did that mean he’d never consider a future with her?
But she forgot to ask as his lips started to slide lower along the neckline of her dressing gown.
Her nipples tightened as the dressing gown loosened, her night rail beneath having a wide neckline that allowed him access to much of her chest.
“Emily,” he said, his breath warm against her skin. “Do you wish for me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Kiss me more.”
He did, his lips sliding over the soft cotton and lace of her night rail until he reached the peak of her breast and sucked it into his mouth through the fabric.
She cried out, the pleasure almost more than she could bear as his hand came to the other breast, massaging the flesh in his palm.
He’d settled between her legs and as she squirmed in pleasure, she found the place between her legs that ached with need the most was rewarded by the movement. She moaned, wanting more.
He obliged, seeming to understand exactly what she craved as his hand found the hem of her night rail and slid the thin material up her thigh.
When his fingers brushed the curls nestled at her apex, his mouth still working her nipple, the throb of pleasure was so intense, she squeezed her fingertips into his neck, needing an anchor from the pleasure.
But she soon realized that it was only the beginning.
As he started a rhythm, lightly massaging her most intimate places with the pad of his finger, pleasure grew and until she was mad from it.
This was why she’d pushed so hard to take what she wanted, why she’d stop hiding behind fear.
Because with chances came great reward.
And risk.
But who could think about that now? And as the pleasure reached dizzying heights, the kind that stole all reason, she forgot to think, just feeling until she fell over the edge of her pleasure.
Ace slowed his touches and kisses as she spasmed with the force of her finish. And when she’d floated down, he wrapped his arms tighter about her, holding her close all the while whispering words of comfort in her ear.
She didn’t hear them, more felt them as she slid her hands down his back, drifting off to sleep in his arms.
