“Can’t, can’t, can’t,” she repeated wildly, and just then he sucked on her sex, drawing tight on her until she arched and screamed, everything within her shattering, her body convulsing against his mouth, around his finger.
For long moments she struggled to catch her breath as her body jumped and jerked, exquisitely sensitive from head to toe. She’d never felt anything like that in her entire life. “That’s an orgasm,” she said, dazed.
She felt Makin smile as he kissed the inside of her trembling thigh. “Yes. That’s an orgasm.”
She drew a rough breath. “I can see why that could be addictive.”
“See? You do need me,” he said and the husky tone of his voice sent another wave of sharp pleasure racing through her.
“Maybe,” she said sleepily.
“Just maybe?” he repeated, sitting up to look down at her.
With a jolt she realized he was still dressed. The sense of pleasure dimmed, overshadowed by a feeling of impropriety. Good girls didn’t lose control … good girls didn’t enjoy sex. good girls—
“Don’t do it,” he said curtly, interrupting the punitive voice within her, the one constantly taking her to task.
“Do what?” she asked.
“Ruin this by overthinking things.”
“According to you, not thinking got me into trouble in the first place.”
“Yes. But I’m not trouble. I’m your husband, and what we do together is a good thing, and you felt good until you started letting fear take over.” He was unbuttoning his shirt, and then peeling it back from his powerful shoulders. His chest was all bronze muscle, his stomach so hard it looked as if it’d been carved from stone. “I don’t subscribe to fear.”
Her eyes grew round as his feet hit the ground and he stood next to the bed, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, stripping his remaining clothes off one by one.
Alejandro had been naked with her that one night in March, but she hadn’t really looked at him. Everything that night had been a haze of panic and fear, but Emmeline found it impossible not to look at Makin.
He was all male, incredibly male, from the wide shoulders to the tapered waist to the corded muscles of his thighs, and that didn’t even include his very big, very erect member.
Her gaze locked on the length of his erection and it was a little too impressive. But then, everything about him was big.
Intimidating.
“That,” she said, gulping, “will not fit in me.”
His lips curved but his eyes burned with heat. “It will. Your body is an amazing thing.”
“It’s too big.”
“You’re very wet.”
She cringed, shoulders rising to her ears. “It hurt with. him.”
“You were a virgin, and it didn’t sound as if he was gentle.”
“And you will be?”
He stretched out on the bed next to her, his weight resting on his elbow. “Have I ever hurt you?”
His eyes were holding hers, his gaze intensely warm.
“No,” she whispered.
“Nor would I. Ever.”
Emmeline couldn’t breathe, overwhelmed by emotion. He was so strong and sure of himself and she wanted to be that strong for him. “Promise?”
“Yes.”
He lowered his head, covering her mouth with his. The kiss was extraordinarily slow, almost languid, as he took his time exploring the shape of her lips, the softness inside her mouth, knowing just how to turn her on again and make her feel.
Pretty soon her breath was catching in her throat, and her toes were curling with pleasure and her still-warm body grew hot.
He kissed her until she was reaching for him, her arm linking around his neck, needing to draw him even closer to her.
She loved it when he shifted and moved over her, welcoming his warmth and the weight of him. He was so big and hard and it felt right against her softness. She practically purred as his chest crushed her breasts, the hard planes of muscle rubbing across her tight nipples.
She was the one who parted her thighs, allowing him to sink between her hips, and then twisted her hips to slide the tip of his erection from her belly to between her legs. She exhaled hard when his shaft’s large silken tip pressed against her wetness, the tip brushing across nerves that still felt sensitive from before.
It would be so easy to come again, she thought, as Makin kissed her deeply. His tongue probed her mouth, sliding across her lips and tongue even as his shaft slid across her slick opening.
She whimpered as he rubbed the tip up and down her once more. “Anything hurt?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
His eyes were so cool and yet hot, silver flecked with glowing gold. He was hard and fierce and focused and determined, everything she wasn’t.