Page 94 of A Duke to Steal Her
“The lake isn’t frozen yet. And I promise to keep you warm.”
The wicked gleam in his eyes made her stomach flutter with anticipation. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You love it.”
“I love you, and all the adventure you bring to this marriage,” she corrected, but she was already letting him lead her down the garden path.
The lake was indeed not frozen, though the water was shockingly cold when they first entered. Emily gasped at the initial shock, her bare skin tingling as the chill raised goosebumps along her arms and thighs.
“Ambrose! It’s freezing.”
But Ambrose’s warm hands immediately came up to cup her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones as his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that sent heat racing through her veins despite the chill.
“Trust me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire as his hands slid down to span her waist.
The contrast between his heated palms and her cool skin made her shiver, but not from cold. He lifted her effortlessly, the water swirling around them as her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back.
Emily’s breath hitched as she felt his full arousal pressing insistently against her most intimate places, the hard length of him sliding against her slick folds as the gentle current moved their bodies together. The contrast between the cool water and his heated skin made every sensation more intense, more immediate.
“You’re so warm,” she whispered, her hands exploring the familiar terrain of his broad shoulders and muscled chest, her fingers trailing down to trace the defined ridges of his abdomen beneath the water, and back to gently nibble at his nipples.
His lips moved to her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive column before his teeth grazed that particular spot just below her ear that always made her arch against him with a soft moan.
“Ambrose,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his wet hair as he bent his head to her breasts.
His tongue circled each peak before his lips closed around the sensitive flesh, sucking gently while his free hand cupped and kneaded the other breast. The dual sensations had her writhingagainst him, her core clenching with need as heat pooled low in her belly.
His mouth traced her entire body until she was trembling with desire, her skin flushed and sensitive to every touch.
When his hand slipped between their bodies to stroke her sweet spot, she cried out at the friction, her hips bucking against his skillful fingers.
“Please,” she whispered against his temple, her voice breaking with desire. “I need you.”
Ambrose positioned her carefully, one hand supporting her back while the other guided himself to her entrance. His eyes, dark with desire and love, never left her face as he began to enter her with exquisite slowness.
The sensation of him stretching and filling her, combined with the gentle buoyancy of the water, heightened the experience for Emily.
Her head fell back, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips that echoed across the still water as he seated himself fully within her.
For a moment, they remained still, both overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection and the way the water seemed to amplify every sensation.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “So tight, so perfect around me.”
They began to move together with the rhythm they’d perfected over their year of marriage, but the unique sensation of the water surrounding them, supporting them, added an otherworldly quality to their lovemaking.
The gentle resistance of the lake made every movement more deliberate, more intense, as if time itself had slowed to savor their union.
Ambrose’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. She rode him with increasing urgency, her inner muscles clenching around his length as pleasure built within her like a gathering storm.
“That’s it, my love,” he encouraged, his voice rough with passion as she found the perfect angle that had them both gasping. “Take what you need.”
Her hands braced against his shoulders as she moved faster, chasing that which was driving her toward the edge of madness.
“My love,” he groaned, his control beginning to fray as Emily’s inner muscles tightened around him with each thrust.
His thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, circling with just the right pressure to make her cry out his name.
“My perfect, beautiful wife. You’re going to be the death of me.”
