Page 95 of A Duke to Steal Her
She silenced him with a desperate kiss, pouring all her love and desire into the connection of their mouths as their bodies moved faster, more urgently.
When her climax finally took her, Emily cried out against his lips, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him rhythmically, drawing him deeper as ecstasy consumed her completely.
The sensation of her coming apart in his arms, the way she pulsed around him, was Ambrose’s undoing.
He followed her over the edge moments later, his own release tearing a hoarse shout from his throat as he buried his face against her neck, his hips jerking as he spilled himself deep within her welcoming heat. He held her as if she were his anchor to the world, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.
They remained locked together for long moments afterward, both breathing hard, their hearts racing against each other’s chests as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through them.
The water lapped gently at their skin, cooling them gradually as their passion slowly ebbed.
When they finally separated, Emily couldn’t stop the soft, breathless laugh that escaped her. “We’re completely mad, you know. Making love in a lake in October.”
“Wonderfully, perfectly mad,” he agreed, his voice still rough from their lovemaking as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He lifted her into his arms despite the water’s resistance, carrying her toward shore with the same protective instincts that had driven him to care for her from the very beginning. He wrapped his coat around her naked form as they emerged from the lake, ignoring her half-hearted protests that she was perfectly capable of walking.
But she secretly loved his protective nature, the way he always wanted to care for her, to shield her from even the smallest discomfort.
As he carried her back to the house, she pressed soft kisses to his throat, tasting the lingering lake water on his skin and feeling utterly, completely loved.
Later, as they dried by the fire in their chamber, their bodies still humming with satisfied pleasure, Ambrose traced lazy patterns on Emily’s bare shoulder, occasionally pressing soft kisses to her skin.
“I was thinking,” he said thoughtfully, “perhaps we should plan another trip. The Caribbean, maybe. I’ve found some business prospects there, and you could see the islands…”
Emily’s hand stilled on his chest. “I can’t.”
Something in her tone made him look down at her sharply. “Can’t? Why not?”
She met his gaze, her eyes bright with unshed tears, and nodded slowly.
For a moment, Ambrose didn’t understand. Then comprehension dawned, and his face transformed with wonder and joy.
“Emily. Are you…”
“Yes,” she whispered. “We’re going to have a baby.”
The sound that escaped him was part laugh, part sob. He pulled her against him so tightly she squeaked in protest, then immediately loosened his hold.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you feeling well? When did you know? How long?—”
“Ambrose.” She pressed her fingers to his lips, laughing through her tears. “Breathe, my love.”
He took a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they framed her face. “A baby. Our baby.”
“Are you happy?” she asked, though his expression left little doubt.
“Happy?” He kissed her softly, reverently. “Emily, I never knew it was possible to be this happy. You’ve given me everything. And now…” His voice broke with emotion. “Now you’re giving me a family.”
“We’re giving each other a family,” she corrected. “You, me, and our child. Our own little piece of heaven.”
“I love you,” she whispered against his chest.
“And I love you,” he replied, his arms tightening around her. “Forever and always, my darling Emily. Forever and always.”
Emily smiled, truly contented.
As they held each other in the firelight, she thought about how much had changed in just over a year.
And judging by Ambrose’s reaction, she could practically see the wheels turning.
They definitely had more adventures ahead.
The End?