Page 50 of Tempting a Gentleman
Emma slid the material from his neck as he removed his waistcoat, and together, they tugged his lawn shirt over his head. Emma didn’t wait to run her hands over his shoulders and down his naked chest.
Christopher trailed light kisses along her neck and shoulder. “The thought of your hands roaming all over me isn’t likely to induce my body to sleep.”
Chest to chest, Emma delighted in the intimacy of being held close with no barriers between them. “Ye’re still wearing yer breeches, and I want them off.”
Effortlessly he lifted her by the waist and maneuvered her to sit next to him. While he did as she bid, she moved the heavy basket out of the way. Emma began to adjust the brightly colored pillows, but she froze. Christopher’s smooth, creamy skin simply begged for her attention.
Intrigued, she skimmed her hand up over his torso that was adorned with a sprinkling of dark hair. He inhaled deeply and held his breath as she lowered her trembling hand back down to rest at his waist.
His gaze bored into her.
She ran her unsteady hand over his taut stomach. “Yer skin is hot.”
“And I see you are cold.” He trailed the back of his fingers along her arm. “Come, let me warm you.”
Emma snuggled into his arms—he was her new haven. Christopher lowered them to lie upon the floor on their sides. She rested her head on his arm and closed her eyes. The brush of Christopher’s warm breath upon her face set her cheeks aflame. She lay bare, ready to give herself over to the man she was to wed. His warm lips gently urged her mouth apart. She enjoyed his slow, tantalizing kisses. She wrapped her arm around his waist, palm flat against his back. Emma released his mouth merely long enough to whisper, “I love ye,” before her tongue peeked out to tangle with Christopher’s.
She raked her fingertips down his back, and every muscle of her future husband tensed. “I’m sorry—did I hurt ye?”
“Nothing to be sorry about…I’m a tad ticklish.”
A giggle escaped her. “Ye’re not serious, are ye?”
“Deadly.”
“Are ye ticklish everywhere?” She lowered her hand to stroke his manhood that poked against her stomach.
A flicker of alarm flared in his gaze. “Not everywhere.” A deep rumble escaped Christopher as she rubbed the tip of him with her thumb. He growled, “And that, my dear, will certainly not cause me to fall asleep.”
She rolled slightly forward to kiss him once more. Her grip tightened about his cock as his warm hand circled her bottom.
Easing her onto her back, Christopher loomed over her. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”
Hoping to lighten the mood, she blew the wayward strands from her forehead and answered, “Aye, ye’ll do.”
He chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll have to show you just how well I’ll do.”
Instead of kissing her again, he slowly ran a fingertip over her collar bone and then down the center of her body until he slipped a finger between her nether lips. He stroked until her eyes rolled back and a desire-filled moan escaped her. Christopher lingered, suckling on her breast and occasionally releasing her to flick his tongue over her nipple. Little bursts of light appeared behind her eyelids. Fingers continued to circle the sensitive nub at her core. Christopher shifted to place kisses down her middle. Emma's eyes popped open. He spread her legs wider to accommodate his shoulders. Poised over her, Christopher bent and gave her the most intimate kiss possible. His tongue slid along her nether lips.
Emma arched her back. “Chris… Christopher!”
The tip of his tongue circled the aching bud, mimicking his earlier motions with his fingers. She reached down to grasp his shoulder, but her hand landed on the back of his head, and she tugged on his hair.
He lifted his head and said, “We should stop.” Christopher shifted and rolled to her side. “We should wait until after we have said our vows.”
Eyes fluttering open, she glared at her husband-to-be. “Do ye love me?”
“Aye, with all my heart.”
“And I love ye.” She tugged him over her again. Bringing his head down to hers, she whispered, “I want ye.”
His gaze roamed over her face. She met his stare. Whatever he’d been searching for, he must have found it, for he positioned himself between her legs and ready to enter her. “I love you, Emma.”
Before she could reply, she bit down on her bottom lip, stifling a cry of surprise as he filled her completely. Their bodies, joined intimately, created a bond within Emma that was stronger than anything she’d ever experienced. When he moved slowly in and out of her, she dug her fingers into his bottom. In the few instances she’d spied couples mating, the man had been far more vigorous. Her inner muscles began to clench. Christopher deepened his thrusts but maintained a rhythmic pace. Emma’s heart pounded hard against her chest. She lifted her hips to meet his over and over. Her muscles spasmed, and the twinkling lights returned beneath her eyelids. Christopher grunted as he entered her one last time before a warmth radiated through her core, sending her into depths of bliss she’d never known.
Muscles quivering, Christopher fell on top of her, bracing his weight upon his forearms. “I was wrong. You have induced my body to seek out slumber.”
He rolled aside, facing her. Draping a leg over his, Emma settled herself next to him and closed her eyes, ignoring the pang of hunger. She was too exhausted to eat. The food would have to wait until later.
