Page 50 of Along Came a Rogue

“Grey, please,” she panted, unable to bear this heated teasing any longer. She wanted him inside her, joining together not just their bodies but their breaths and heartbeats. If possible, their souls. “I want you…so much…”

“Yes, darling,” he murmured hotly against her ear. “Anything you desire.”

Once again he slid himself slowly forward from behind, but this time, he guided his tip tight along her cleft and down into the hollow at her center. A gentle thrust of his hips pushed him through her soft resistance. She gasped a tremulous breath at the pleasure sweeping through her at being draped so wantonly across him with his manhood inside her.

“Don’t move, love,” he pleaded softly. “I just want to feel you…just for a moment.” He groaned and tightened his strong arms around her, and his steely-hard erection shivered achingly as it lay buried between her thighs.

In that moment of stillness, the world stopped and fell away. Only the two of them existed, and all she knew was the heavenly sensation of his strong body encircling hers as if he never wanted to let go. His fierce heartbeat pulsed into her back and joined with hers as they beat as one. Each breath blended together until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

Unbridled joy flooded her heart. Never, never in her life had she imagined that making love to a man could be like this…so beautiful yet shamelessly erotic, vulnerable yet so immensely freeing. Only because of Grey.

Then he began to stroke inside her, soft and slow and nothing like the fierce plunges of that afternoon in the carriage that left her helpless against the intensity of him. In this new position, without fear of putting weight on her belly and harming the baby, he held himself deeper inside her than he’d ever been, but there was no discomfort, only the sinfully exquisite sensation of his large manhood filling her completely. The gentle rocking of his body inside hers was impossibly more intimate than ever before, so much that her hands clenched at the sheet beneath her to keep herself from floating away as fresh tears gathered in her eyes.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside you like this.” He whispered, his mouth hot against the back of her neck, “My little minx, surrendering herself so vulnerably, so wantonly…so damned perfect.”

While one hand cupped her breast and massaged her fullness lovingly against his palm, he stroked down her body with the other to spread his fingers wide and possessively across her mound. Two fingers burrowed down to seek out the place where his body joined with hers. When he stroked his fingertips over the feminine lips that stretched tight around his shaft, she moaned for him, for the wholly wicked thrill of him sliding in and out of her womanhood between his fingers.

No doubt remained that she belonged to him now, in every way. And oh, how much she wanted to be just that—his, tonight and forever. She arched her back and dug her fingertips into the hard muscles of his thighs as they clenched with each impossibly deep plunge inside her, wanting him to forever mark her body as his the way he’d already branded her heart.

His middle finger delved down through her folds to find the secret nub buried there. When he touched it, her hips bucked.

“Come with me, love.” His urgent whisper sent a waterfall of fiery shivers cascading through her.

She whimpered as the tightening ache in her belly began to spread out to her fingers and toes, as her thighs began to shake uncontrollably.

He rubbed harder against her as he thrust steadily beneath her. “Come with me—now, love!”

She shattered, crying out his name into the darkness.

His hand clamped down hard over her mound to keep her pressed tightly against him, and he shuddered with a groan as he released himself. She gasped at the raw sensation of his hot seed flowing deep inside her, and a new sob tore from her throat at the exquisite intimacy of this moment.

“Emily,” he whispered, his voice now shaking as much as his body as he slowly withdrew from her. He shifted her onto her side and pulled her against him to fold himself around her. His feverish body lay covered with sweat, his hair damp against his forehead as he nuzzled the back of her neck. “My beautiful Emily…you are perfect.”

As he held her tenderly in his arms, she blinked away the tears that now fell not in pleasure but wretched sadness. She wasn’t perfect, far from it, because she’d committed the ultimate sin of falling in love. And when they reached London tomorrow, how on earth would she ever be able to let him go?

* * *

Grey pulled Emily closer in the darkness. The room had grown cold as the fire died, but he hadn’t wanted to leave the bed in order to add more coal. Instead, he pulled the quilts higher around her neck and tucked her into the hollow between his shoulder and chest to keep her warm.

She placed a kiss on his chest, and the small contact made his cock flex with desire. Again. He was far from satiated, his body still craving hers, but if he had his way, she’d be too sore and stiff in the morning to even walk let alone ride the remaining distance to London.

But their time together was short, growing shorter with each passing minute, and he didn’t want to waste a moment of it. So he tipped her face up and gently but thoroughly worshipped her mouth with his until she trembled.

With a sigh, she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, her fingertips sketching little shapes against his abdomen beneath the quilt. “I never knew being with a man could be like this.” Her lips tickled against his skin. “You are amazing, Grey.”

His chest swelled. A man could get used to hearing such things, especially coming from a beautiful creature like Emily, whose naked body was soft, warm, supple…Between his thighs, his cock came alert, and he knew he would have her again. And soon. But for now, he simply wanted to hold her.

“When I’m with you,” she confessed, her forefinger tracing along the ridges of his stomach, “it feels like I’m exploding from the inside out…but in a good way.” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “You must think me an utter nodcock for saying that.”

“Not at all.” Because he felt the same way. Yet something about her words struck him as odd, and he frowned. “Brat, have you never”—he felt a bit silly using her word to describe the pleasures of orgasm, but he didn’t want to embarrass her by being cruder—“exploded before?”

“No.” Her face lowered in the darkness so he couldn’t see whatever emotions played there, but her fingers shyly froze for just a beat before continuing their gentle exploration of his body. “I think it’s only because of you.”

Yes, a man could certainly get used to hearing such things.

She shrugged. “You give me enough time to enjoy it.”

Enough time? Giving a woman time to find her pleasure required only restraint. Of course, some men were incapable of holding back their release—for God’s sake, he found it difficult himself to hold back when he was inside Emily. But even men who were incapable of prolonging sex until the woman reached her own climax could bring her pleasure in other ways afterward. Unless the man was so selfish that he cared for nothing but his own pleasure.