The Earl's Entanglement (Border Series Book 5)(81)

Then she glanced down.

“Look up at me,” he ordered.

“I don’t enjoy being told—”

“Have you done this before?” His hands ran from her stomach upward, toward her breasts.

“Well . . .” she teased.

The flash of fire in his eyes attested that he didn’t appreciate the jest.

When a strand of wavy brown hair fell on his forehead, she reached up to put it back in place. But before she could pull her hand away, he captured her finger in his mouth. She kept it there, moaning as he wrapped his lips around it. His tongue flicked against her finger before letting it go.

“You can question me, scold me,” he said, resuming his ministrations, making her nipples peak once again, “advise me and tease me.”

Garrick reached down between them.

“But here, in our bed, tonight, I am the tutor and you, my love . . .”

He guided himself toward her. She could feel the tip of him teasing her down there.

“Are the pupil.”

For a moment, she thought he’d enter her. She braced herself for it.

“Emma?”

She looked up, away from the muscles of his stomach, and concentrated on his face.

“What do you think will happen?”

Though she knew, from Sara, it would be painful, she still wanted it and pushed against him to encourage it. “’Twill hurt, at first.”

“Nay, it will not.” He nudged her legs open with his knee.

“But I’ve been told—”

He entered her then, just slightly. “Does this hurt?”

She shook her head. “Nay.”

When he pressed inside further, Emma didn’t feel pain. Instead, she wanted more.

“And this?” he asked.

Still no pain. Just the opposite, in fact. As Garrick filled her, she wanted only to become his. Completely.

“Not at all,” she said.

He stilled.

Emma felt no pain, only a need to press against him, which she did.

The muscles in his neck bulged, which was when she realized Garrick restrained himself.

“You wish to go further,” she said. He swallowed, and Emma placed her hands on both of his arms.

“This is the part you were told about,” he said. “The one that will hurt.”

Garrick had reached the barrier that she’d been told would only be broken by her husband. Well, he would be her husband soon enough. For now, he was simply the man she loved. And it was enough. She urged him on by pressing her hips upward.

The question in his eyes now gone, Garrick thrust himself into her as she wrapped her arms around him. That was the pain she’d so erroneously anticipated?

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really,” she said. “It feels . . .”

She couldn’t describe it. Nor did she want to. And when he moved, just slightly, she encouraged Garrick by moving with him.

Groaning, a deep guttural sound, Garrick started to thrust into her, and she met every movement with her own. Wanting more, she pulled him atop her so they could be closer still. As his hips circled, hers moved with him. Slow at first, and then faster and faster.

When he kissed her, it was pure instinct that made her lips move under his, that brought her tongue into combat with his. Because she couldn’t think—the sensations were too much all at once.

As the pressure built and his tongue mimicked the movements down below, she began to feel the same peaking sensation she’d experienced when he’d kissed her there. A tension that was at once pleasure and pain built and moved through her body, stronger than ever before.

It was too much at once.

She shattered into a thousand pieces as he ripped his mouth away from her and cried out her name. She gripped his back with her fingers, clutching as the throbbing continued. With a final thrust, he collapsed on top of her, the glorious weight of him a welcome feeling.

“Stay there,” she said. Emma couldn’t bear to think of being separated from him.

“Always,” he replied as he lifted his head.

When Garrick bit the corner of his lip, she lifted her head up and kissed him there.

“I love when you do that,” she said.

His eyes narrowed. “Do what?”

She touched her finger to his mouth. “Bite your lip.”

Pulling out of her, he pretended to frown. “Ah. I thought you meant when I filled your sweet—”

“Garrick!”

He’d reached down to touch her, obviously referring to their lovemaking.

“So you don’t love it when I touch you here?”

Surely he would not—

“Or when I do this?” He flipped them both around so that she lay atop him.

Pushing herself up, she laughed at his obvious attempt to waylay her. “Well, of course I do. I only meant—”

“Or this?”

The man was insatiable. He shifted down to take her breast in his mouth, and when he wrapped his lips around her nipple, she arched her back, allowing him greater access.

“I love that, and everything you do to me,” she whispered.

Garrick paused his ministrations for just long enough to look up and wink at her.

“Good,” he said. “Because this is just the beginning.”