Page 56 of Tempting a Gentleman
She popped the rest of the tart in her mouth and moved to place the tray on the floor. Standing before him, she grinned and turned. He worked on releasing the row of buttons and untying the ribbons of her stays. The minx wiggled and let her dress drop to the floor. Naked, she slowly turned about and crawled back onto the bed, but instead of in front of him like before, she seated herself behind him. Her warm hands at his waist pulled his shirt loose and then over his head. The white material flew over his head and the garment landed on the edge of the bed. Emma began to rub the knots from his shoulders, but while her touch was intended to soothe, it only provoked his muscles to tense in anticipation of having her.
Emma’s hands stilled. “Where will ye ask Cadby to place the mark?”
“Hmm…I’ve not yet decided. You?”
She wrapped her leg about his waist and lifted her foot. “Me ankle, like yer cousin Theo.”
He grabbed her foot and began to rub the sole. Emma released a moan that had his cock twitching in his breeches. As her hands skimmed over his shoulder, he lifted his hand to trap hers. “Do you have a suggestion or are you simply trying to distract me?”
“I’m sharin’ me worries as ye’ve asked. I’ve heard how much it bloody hurts to receive the mark.” Emma tugged her hand free and began to massage his neck and then rubbed his aching temples. In a short span of a fortnight, the woman had discovered all the spots he stored his stress.
“I can’t believeI’llbe a bloomin’ PORF—me. I know how to aid and protect PORFs, but to be one…well, ye’re gonna have to be patient with me.”
Christopher chuckled. “You have more knowledge than I.” Her breasts pushed up against his back as she stiffened.
“But it’s in yer blood. It’s yer fate as a Hadfield.” Emma guided him to face her. “Have ye spoken with Lady Mary of late?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“She came to pick up an order today. And she was mumbling to another—mind you I couldn’t see anyone else about—stating her belief that one was not solely bound by fate. That we all get to choose our mate in life. Whoever she was talking to disagreed.”
“What do you believe?”
She wrapped her arms around him at the waist. “I’ve always considered Lady Mary an odd duck, but a kind one. But I agree with the lady. I chose you.”
“And I’m exceptionally fortunate that you did.” He looked over his shoulder at her. “However, I distinctly recall the bizarre feeling that struck me, all the way through to my soul, the day you rushed past me on my brother’s stairs. It was as if I’d only been existing and not living. After that moment, I was consumed by thoughts of you. I wanted you like no one else before. I have wondered why I had not met you before. Why now? Regardless, I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m excited for our future.”
Her hand lowered and his body immediately reacted to her touch. Oh, the woman definitely got him excited.
“What are ye most looking forward to?” She released the buttons of his falls and his cock sprang free. With a wicked grin, she wrapped her hand firmly about him and began to slowly stroke him from tip to base, her movements producing a small bead of liquid at the tip.
“Spending every day and eve with you.” He pushed down his breeches until he was free of them. He spun around to face Emma. “Are you ready to marry me, Miss Emma Lennox?”
“Aye, but I might want ye to show me once more how ye plan to occupy me days and nights.”
“As you wish. Lie on your stomach for me.”
Without argument, she lay out flat. He placed his hands on her plump bottom. Oh how he loved the feel of the soft mounds in his hands. Giving each cheek a quick squeeze, he straddled her and settled his manhood to rest at her wet entrance. Leaning forward, he ran his hands over her bottom and then up her back. He trailed his fingertips along her sides until they touched her breasts and slowly kneaded his way back down. Emma released a moan of pleasure. He loved the way her body reacted to his touch. Repeating the motions, he slid forward slightly, his cock pressing closer to her core. He needed to bury himself inside her.
“Love, lift up onto your elbows for me.” He guided her hips up and she rose to her knees. He entered her slowly. Tight from his impatience, he circled his hips, urging her inner muscles to loosen.
Emma’s forehead dropped to the bed, the motion forcing him deeper. He wanted to go slow, but his body and Emma were not cooperating. The woman challenged his every movement. The slower he moved, the faster and more demanding she became. He wanted to wait to find his release, but the sensations mounted with each thrust. Emma’s sighs of pleasure turned into deep moans of ecstasy. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to him, hard and deep. His release pulsed throughout his body, leaving him lightheaded and winded. He collapsed to the bed. His muscles flexed as her hand skimmed his skin that was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“Are ye no longer ticklish?”
“Love, you’ve milked me of every ounce of energy. I can’t move, despite your devilish attempts to tickle me.” He rolled over and pulled her atop of him.
Grinning down at him, she cupped his face. “Don’t ye worry, I’ll take care of ye.” Her lips were upon his—soft and teasing. Then she replicated his own habit of trailing kisses along the collar bone. She didn’t stop there. She kissed her way down the center of his body until she was able to take him into her mouth. The woman basked in the power to reinvigorate his manhood. The slightest touch from her and he was at the ready to pleasure her. When her lips were wrapped about his cock, it hardened with astonishing quickness given his recent release. The tip of him hit the palate of her mouth, yet she shifted and took him deeper. She was going to be the death of him, relentless in her pursuit to make him climax once more—but not before he brought her to her own first.
Epilogue
Christopher rubbed his wife’s back as she retched and heaved over the side of theQuarter Moon.He’d hoped the fresh air would help ease Emma’s discomfort, but nothing had alleviated her nausea since they set foot upon the ship three weeks ago.
Captain Bane cautiously approached. “Mr. Neale, may I have a word?”
Emma waved him away. The journey to date had been devoid of pirate attacks. He scanned the ocean. Nothing but rolling swells. Not even a gleam of a storm brewing. “What is it, Captain?”
“If I have your permission to slow our speed, it might only extend our voyage a day or two, but the ship would sail smoother and perhaps Mrs. Neale would have an easier time aboard.”
