Page 48 of The Forbidden Lord (Lord Trilogy #2)

His kiss cut her off, and this time he couldn’t contain his need.

His tongue drove into her, possessing her mouth, while the fingers of one hand probed between her legs, seeking her slick inner core.

She shifted to give him better access, but nearly fell off the seat and had to move back.

Their positions made it awkward to touch her like this, especially with the carriage motion threatening to toss them onto the floor any minute.

With a growl, he removed his hand and sat back on the seat.

Shoving his trousers and drawers down past his knees, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap.

As her mouth went round in surprise, he maneuvered her until she was straddling his thighs, her skirts hitched up past her knees.

She planted her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him wide-eyed. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Reaching for her bodice, he unhooked her gown, peeling it away until she wore only her sheer chemise. “There’s more than one way to make love, Emily. I took you like a rutting savage last night, so today you shall set the pace.”

A blush stained her cheeks as she stared down at his rampant erection. “I … I don’t understand.”

He grinned. “Oh, I think you do.” Clasping her waist, he drew her closer so that his member jutted up against her, the tip brushing the bunched up chemise covering her belly. “Put your knees on the seat. Yes, like that. Now rise up on them and …”

That was all the direction she needed. Though her face was a brilliant shade of red, she nonetheless positioned him beneath her, then slid slowly down, encasing him in her sweet velvety warmth.

“Oh, God …” he groaned. “You feel so good … so damned good …” If he’d ever guessed she’d be this willing and adept a learner, he would have proposed marriage the first night he’d met her. Obviously, he needn’t worry that she would want to make love with the candles snuffed and the curtains drawn.

Indeed, there was a light in her face now—excitement at her success, surprise, and certainly the hot flush of enjoyment. She wiggled experimentally on his lap, and he gasped.

Casting him a delighted smile, she did it again. It only served to torment him, since she didn’t continue the motion. He writhed his hips beneath her, trying to get her to move the way he wanted, but she merely sat there.

“You have to move, darling,” he ground out. “Up and down.”

“I know how it’s done, Jordan.” A mischievous grin spread over her face. “I was there last night, too, remember? But you said it was my turn to set the pace, and that’s what I’m doing. I think I’d rather sit here a moment and look at you.”

First she stripped his shirt from him, then dragged the tips of her fingernails slowly down the front of his chest.

“Emily …” he growled.

“How about this?” With a smile, she slowly, maddeningly, rose up on her knees and came back down on him by torturous degrees.

His fingers dug into her sides as he gritted his teeth.

She did it again, even slower this time, though she finished with a little shimmy of her hips that drove him absolutely insane.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a tease?”

“Me? I didn’t start this, and you know it.”

With an oath, he glared at her. “Move, damn you!”

“You mean, like this?” Her face was the very picture of innocence as she slid up the length of him, then back down by what seemed like quarter-inches. “I am doing it right, aren’t I?”

Sweat formed on his brow. She thought to torture him, did she? Well, two could play that game. He insinuated one finger in the place where they were so tightly joined and groped for her sweet, sensitive center. She gasped when he stroked the nub so lightly, it was almost not a caress.

Now she was the one to groan and undulate toward his hand.

“You like that, don’t you?” He touched her again, briefly and certainly not enough to satisfy. “Is that how you want it?” He mimicked her earlier words. “I am doing it right, aren’t I?”

“Please … Jordan …” She leaned into him, her fingers pinching his shoulders. Her breasts hovered inches from his mouth. Even when draped by her nearly transparent chemise, they were too tempting to ignore.

He sucked one through the muslin, then blew on the wet, gauzy material until she shuddered, her nipple a swollen nubbin beneath the cloth. “More?” he asked wickedly. He bestowed the same treatment on the other one, his tongue darting out to give the nipple a fleeting caress. “Or shall I stop?”

“Curse you for always having to win,” she said even as she dragged off her chemise, then shoved her lovely bare breasts into his face. The motion shifted her on his lap, tightening her grip around his erection.

He groaned. “I think we should both win.” He thrust his hips up beneath her, reminding her of what he wanted. “Move, Emily, move …”

And finally, she did.

It was exquisite. It was utter torture. She found the perfect rhythm, smooth and rapid and enticing. She even managed to blend the rocking of the carriage with her own rocking in a precise symphony of movement that wrung him like a hot hand.

Good God, having her make love to him was incredible. The scent of lavender spiked his senses, and her shimmies and innocent twists sent him reeling. He could hardly hold back his release to await hers. But hold back he did. After last night, he wanted her to know complete satisfaction.

So he focused all his efforts on laving her breasts with his tongue and stroking the hot silk of her between her legs.

“My goodness, Jordan …” she whispered when he tugged on her nipple with his teeth. “Do that again … yes … oh, yes …”

Her unvarnished enjoyment was a curse, for it made it nearly impossible for him to restrain himself.

He had to close his eyes to keep from seeing the pleasure shining in her flushed features, the amazingly erotic image of her riding him.

As an innocent, she was overpowering; as an experienced woman, she would be annihilating.

God preserve him until the annihilation.

Her rhythm increased, her body descending like a goddess’s to torture him with pleasure. The rush to release became unstoppable, especially when she caught his mouth with hers and began to probe boldly inside with her tongue. He sucked on her tongue with almost frantic eagerness.

Suddenly she broke off the kiss, her body arching above him. “I love you, Jordan!” she cried as she undulated around him. “I love you … I love you …”

That was all it took. With a guttural cry, he spilled himself inside her and felt her shudder around him at the same time.

I love you, her words echoed in his head as he clasped her fiercely to him. I love you.