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He drew her down to the bed without missing a beat. But instead of going on from there, he kept kissing her.
She throbbed. She purred. She moaned her need into his mouth. "Kenny ... please ..."
He moved his lips to the tender spot just beneath her ear and dabbled there for a while. Her skin p.r.i.c.kled, her toes curled. She realized she might very well melt all over the bedspread before he got to the good part. Lower! Lower!
Oh, why wouldn't he hurry? Obviously, he needed a little prodding on her part, so she mustered her concentration and reached between them for the snap on his slacks.
He immediately rolled over on top of her and used his mouth to investigate the throbbing pulse at the base of her throat.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s! Why wouldn't he touch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s? She wanted to plead with him, then realized she was too weak to speak.
He found an unbelievably sensitive spot on her collarbone, and she moaned against the top of his head. His hand moved lower. Finally! Finally!
But her relief was short-lived as his thumb slipped beneath the sleeve of her robe, only to stop and dawdle at her wrist. Her wrist wrist! It was maddening! He was supposed to be an experienced lover, but he didn't seem to have even the vaguest notion how to find the sensitive parts of the female anatomy.
The skin along the underside of her arm quivered at his stroking, and tiny shock waves shot through her middle. But instead of taking advantage of her all-too-obvious arousal, he kept dawdling! How could she overcome his natural laziness? How could she point him in the proper direction?
She would simply have to be more forthright.
Chapter 13
"Kenny ..." Emma's blurred senses made it difficult to talk, but she concentrated on forming the words because honest communication between s.e.x partners was vitally important, and he had to understand that to talk, but she concentrated on forming the words because honest communication between s.e.x partners was vitally important, and he had to understand that she had needs she had needs!
"My robe ..." She swallowed. "Take it off. Pull it off my ..."
The tip of his tongue discovered a pulse point at the side of her neck, and she groaned. Long moments ticked by before she could once again collect her thoughts.
"No ... not just there." She moaned. "Touch me ... my ... Take off your clothes and touch my ..."
He drew back and frowned at her. His mouth was as swollen as her own, and his pa.s.sion-silvered eyes reminded her of sugar-glazed violets. "Is something wrong?"
She cupped his jaw, caught her breath, and smiled so he'd understand she wasn't criticizing, merely providing some much-needed direction. "Could we move it along a bit?"
"Move ... it ... along along?" Each word came out like a bullet.
"Uhm."
"You want to move ... it ... along move ... it ... along?"
"If you don't mind."
"Are you in a hurry or something?"
"Something."
"Don't tell me you've got a shed-yule for this, too?"
"Not a schedule. No, of course not. It's just that I'm ... well ... I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm thoroughly aroused, and I believe we can move on to-well, to the next part. The good good part." part."
He arched one eyebrow. "This part isn't good?"
She realized she'd offended, and she hurried to appease him. "Of course it's good. It's wonderful. Really, Kenny, you're the most extraordinary kisser, but you're a little slow and ..." His expression was beginning to grow ominous. "I'm having a super time. Truly. But we're done with that part now." Her voice grew smaller. "Aren't we?"
He rolled over onto his back and muttered, "I should have expected this. I don't know why I'm even surprised."
To her dismay, he pushed himself off the bed, only to stand right next to it pointing one finger in the general direction of her face. "Now you listen to me, Emma, because I'm only going to say this once. From now until both of us are wrung dry, I'm I'm in charge. Do you hear me?" in charge. Do you hear me?"
"But-"
"And do you know why? Because I'm I'm the expert, not you!" the expert, not you!"
Rebellion stirred in her heart. "I never said I was."
"Then why are you giving orders?" He asked with exaggerated patience.
"I merely thought-"
"No more thinking!" His jaw set in a stubborn line, and he rested the heel of his hand against the bedpost. "Now, here's the way it'll be. The two of us are going to practice a little s.e.xual kinkiness called domination and submission. I'm dominating and you're submitting! Now, what that means, in case I'm not being clear, is that you can't issue a single order. Not one. You can moan. Moaning's fine. You can sigh. Sighing's okay, too. But no orders. And only when I I say we're done can you talk. Then, just two words. say we're done can you talk. Then, just two words. Thank Thank and and you you."
She should have been insulted-she was insulted-but at the same time, an urge to laugh had come over her. He was so blissfully arrogant. And he was also right. Sometimes she was too bossy.
He continued to scowl. "Now, have I made myself clear, or do I need to find that clothesline you picked up at the drugstore last night?"
Just to be saucy, she waved one lazy hand toward the corner of the room where she'd set down the sack containing her purchases.
His eyes narrowed.
She regarded him primly. "I might as well get some use out of what I bought, and I'm certainly not going to need that moisturizer."
"d.a.m.ned right you're not."
Just as she was beginning to feel a bit smug for not crumbling in the face of his chest-pounding, he alarmed her by calling her bluff. As he headed for the corner of the room where she'd left the sack, she shot up in bed. "Kenny, I was teasing! About the clothesline."
"Uh-huh."
"I really don't think I could tolerate being-being tied up."
"Later. After you've had more experience."
He turned and she saw that he held two boxes of condoms in his hand. His expression dared her to question him as he came toward her, then set them side by side on the bedside table with two hard thuds.
She swallowed.
An ominous glint shone in his eyes. "Did you have something to say?"
She shook her head. While she was theoretically opposed to any sort of male domination, in this case it was definitely arousing.
"Good." He kicked off his shoes, then raked her body from head to toe with a gaze she could only interpret as smoldering. "Now, where was I? You've gotten me so darned upset, I forgot what I was doing." He sat on the edge of the bed and began toying with the hem of her robe while he thought it over. His fingers brushed her ankle, then slowly slid the hem upward until he came to her knee.
She caught her breath and realized he'd gotten the point after all.
He made a leisurely circle in the soft skin behind her knee, then another, then a slow figure eight with the very tip of his fingernail, then a comma.
Oh, my ... She let her knees separate, silently encouraging him to go on with his tactile hieroglyphics by giving him a larger writing surface. She let her knees separate, silently encouraging him to go on with his tactile hieroglyphics by giving him a larger writing surface.
Abruptly, he withdrew and sighed. "This isn't where I was. I know how much you like everything in order, so I guess I'd better start all over again."
She whimpered. She couldn't help it.
The corners of his mouth curled with satisfaction.
And then he started all over.... More deep, lazy kisses; slow strokes with his tongue; feather touches on pulse points she hadn't known she possessed. Even her awful tattoo wasn't spared his attentions.
It felt as if decades pa.s.sed before he finally nudged her robe open and touched the very tip of one nipple with the point of his tongue. His chest heaved and his shirt was damp beneath her hands, but he still hadn't undressed. She heard his hot breath, felt his fragile hold on self-control, wondered when he would break. Hoped ...
He dabbled with his tongue at the needy peak. Her head thrashed to the side and her body arched on the bed. She was dewy and wet, silken and throbbing. She wanted more. Her thoughts were disembodied as she clung to the edges of an enormous cataclysm.
His mouth settled around the hard pebble of her nipple. Sucked hard. Twice. Three times. More.
With a cry, she dissolved.
He stiffened. Drew her into his arms. Held her against his chest until she stopped trembling.
Gently, he lay her back on the pillow and brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen over her face. "Did you just come?" he whispered.
She gulped. Nodded. Tears sprang to her eyes. "I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't pay attention!"
Instead of being properly chastised, his mouth curved in a smile that was filled with pleasure. "My sweet Lady E. You are really something special."
"I hope you're satisfied," she mumbled, no longer quite so upset.
"Not yet."
Without any warning, he pushed away the front of her robe and slid his hand between her parted thighs. She gasped as he opened the swollen folds, then gently inserted one finger deeply inside her.
"Not yet," he whispered again.
Her breath caught on a tiny hiss. Watching her intently, he slid his finger out, then back in. Dimly, she saw how flushed he was, noted the cords of strain at the side of his neck. Felt the clenching deep inside.
She gave a strangled scream and convulsed.
Once more he held her, then drew her to his chest and brushed her cheek with his lips. "I must be the luckiest man in the world."
As she caught her breath, he rose to shed his clothes, and by the time she found her voice again, he was naked. Lord, but he was beautiful, every part of him taut flesh and steely muscle. She dropped her gaze. Every single part of him.
She rose and sank back on her heels. He moved closer to her. She leaned forward, tilted her head, and licked his belly.
This time he was the one who groaned. She took a tender nip at the hard muscle that ran in a diagonal across one side of his abdomen, let her fingers trail up his inner thigh, nuzzled into a hollow by his groin. She was ready to play all day.
His strangled words let her know that wouldn't happen. "Tell me I'm not going to have to tie you down."
She hesitated only for a moment before she lay back, raised her arms until her hands touched the headboard, and smiled. "No need."
She couldn't imagine why she trusted him so much or why she was willing to put up with his ridiculous rules. She only knew that she felt safe. Safe and-despite two o.r.g.a.s.ms-unbelievably aroused.
He sat on the bed, covered her knees with the palms of his hands, and pushed them apart. Then he knelt between them and looked down at her, open and glistening, swollen. "You're so beautiful," he said.
As he observed her, she drank in the sight of his body. Now, that was beauty. Marble and steel. She yearned to touch him-had to touch-reached out her hand.
He shook his head. "Not this time, baby. Please. I only have so much self-control. And this has to be perfect for you." He pulled off her robe and renewed his sensual dallying.
Deep, lazy touches.
The tip of a finger. A dabble.
Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble.
And then ... A long sloooow lapppp ... with his tongue.
It was too much!
He smiled as she cried out again. "The luckiest man in the world," he repeated.
He s.n.a.t.c.hed up the box on the bedside table and was soon settled over her, nipping at her kiss-swollen bottom lip and beginning to ease inside her.
Despite everything, it didn't happen comfortably.
"Take it slow, sweetheart."
Glorying in the press of his weight upon her, she clung to his damp shoulders and arched her hips.
He groaned. "Please ... baby ... don't try to take charge now."
"It's-I need ..."
"I know. I know."
She only had part of him. She wanted more.
"Easy ... easy ..." He crooned to her or himself, she didn't know which. Didn't care. Only knew that she was flying higher and higher.... She sobbed as she split apart.
And then she had him all, and it wasn't over, but just beginning.