Page 43 of The Hellion and the Captain
She would never have thought such a possessive tone would set her every nerve ending on edge, begging for more.
He backed her up, freeing her breasts from the linen wrap, his eyes devouring her once nothing stood between them and his gaze.
“You are astonishing,” he said, before lowering his head and bringing his mouth to one nipple, scraping his teeth over it before suckling to soothe it better.
“Rhys,” she murmured, her knees nearly giving out as she gripped his head, and he backed her up then, practically throwing her onto the bed. He prowled over it toward her, before ripping open the fall of her pants and removing them from her legs in one quick swoop.
She was soon bare before him, and he smiled a satisfiedgrin before he hovered over her, first feasting with his eyes, before diving and tasting her himself.
She groaned, squirming beneath him as he began to explore. His fingers held her neck and shoulders in place so she couldn’t sit up and savor him in turn, while his tongue trailed over her collarbone before returning to her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. His other hand explored before his mouth did, running over her stomach, her hips, before gripping one of her thighs. Her hips rose up to meet him, but he held her in place, teasing, making her want him with more desperation than she would have ever thought possible.
His fingers then slipped between her thighs, stroking, searching, and, finally, he used one to stroke her moist heat. She moaned his name, arching her hips in response, desperate for more.
He slid his finger out, using her wetness to coat her sensitive bud of nerves, rubbing, teasing, moving in small circles. He finally released her from his hold as he lowered his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth so that he could slide two fingers within her, stretching, filling her.
Emmaline was near to bursting, but she needed more. Needed him. She reached wildly for him, but he was too far away, and finally, she called his name and kicked him in the back with her heel to make him stop.
“Rhys!” she said. “I wantyou. Now. Please.”
She hated to beg, but in this case, it seemed to accomplish what she had been searching for. She reached his erection, wrapping her hand around it, squeezing before pumping, trying not to let him see just how shocked she was, although she shouldn’t be surprised, for it only matched the thickness of the rest of his body.
She wasn’t ignorant to the possibilities between a man and woman, but her experience wasn’t as great as she made it out to be. She had discovered naughty prints years ago, hadstudied them with interest and had even showed them to Lily. After her first kiss with a son of her father’s friend, she had realized how one thing could lead to another, and while she enjoyed it, she had never allowed anything to go so far as to cause any ruin.
She hadn’t been willing to.
Until now.
His eyes locked with hers as the room filled with the sounds of their breathing and soft moans as they both neared the edge.
“I want to, Emmaline,” Rhys breathed, sweat breaking out on his brow. “I really, really do. But I… let me show you how good it can be. Let me do this for you.”
She looked at him, questioning, wondering why he didn’t accept what she was giving him.
“When the time is right,” he said, but before she could say anything else, he returned his head to where he had left off, his tongue finding her, flicking her as he filled her with his fingers, stretching her, before he crooked them and she nearly came off the bed as her hips arched up. He reached up, taking the bud of a nipple in his hand, as he continued his ministrations, until there was so many sensations racing through Emmaline that she felt as though her soul was leaving her body, watching the two of them from above.
When she tipped over the edge, she came with a shout she was sure could be heard from the house beyond, her thighs gripping Rhys’s head until she was spent and collapsed on the bed before him.
“Oh, Rhys,” she said, her eyes still closed. “I didn’t know a man could do that.”
When she opened her eyes to look at him, he was grinning wildly. “Not every man can, Emmaline,” he said. “Only a select few of us.”
“Come here,” she said, crooking a finger at him, but he shook his head, lifting her finger and planting a kiss on it.
“No.”
“What?” she said, insulted, sitting back. “Why not?”
“Because too many people have made you feel that it was what you could do for them. A bit of fun. I want you to see that you are special, that you deserve this.”
“But—”
He shook his head before he lifted one side of his mouth. “Not to worry. We’ll find a time to do this again.”
“We’d better,” she said, before he fell down beside her, pulling her into the crook of his arms.
“Well, Rhys?” Emmaline finally said, pushing herself up to rest her head on her hand, elbow on the bed. “Did that accomplish what you were hoping for?”
“Oh, Emmaline,” he said, shaking his head. “That accomplished many things, but losing my desire for you, as I thought could happen?” He released a low chuckle, leaning up to kiss her, his beard brushing her cheek. “I think it only fueled it.”
