With his shirt undone, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, running her hands along his ridges of his biceps then down his chest and abdomen until she was pulling at the falls of his breeches.
“Emily,” he gasped as her fingers curled about his manhood. “Sweetheart, we should wait.”
She gave him a squeeze and one of his hands dipped under her skirt, running up the smooth flesh of her leg. “Wait for what?” she gasped as he found the slit in her drawers and parted the fabric, touching her most intimate flesh. “Oh yes, Jack. Do it again.”
Desire tightened every muscle in his body, his cock rock hard as he parted her silky flesh now slick with her own need. She arched against him as his fingers made another pass.
“Em,” he groaned, using one his fingers to open her silky channel. “Oh, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, finding his lips with her own.
Jack kissed her long and hard, moving his fingers in and out of her, her body writhing against his. He could feel her tightening on his finger, her breath gasping out.
“Jack.” She pulled away from him. “Jack, I want all of you.”
His body cried for release. His pants were already undone, and he began tugging at them with his one free hand, but a doubt niggled in the back of his thoughts. No. “We should wait, Em. Wait until the wedding.”
She turned her face away from his. “I thought you
understood.”
His finger stilled inside her. “Understand what?”
“I already told you, we’re not getting married.”
It was as though cold water had been dumped over his head. His finger was still inside her and he started to pull it out but then pushed deeper. “I disagree.”
She gasped and writhed against him, her body undulating to his movements. “It’s not that I don’t love you,” she said as he pulled out and then slowly pushed his finger back inside.
“You’re mine, sweetheart. We belong together.” Then he pulled at the front of his breeches, likely tearing several buttons but he didn’t care. “Do you really want all of me?”
“Yes.” She turned back to him, her lips clinging to his in a long kiss.
He removed his fingers and pushed her skirts even further up her waist. “Then you get all of me, Em. You get the parts where I inherited a failing earldom. The parts where I wasn’t welcome in any drawing room. The part where I was near broken by another woman. Where I scraped and scrimped and saved and worked to put my holdings back together.” He leaned down and kissed her as the head of his manhood pressed against her folds. He shook as he kept himself from pushing inside. “You get the part where I started a gaming hall to make enough money just to participate in a season so that I might meet you.”
She gasped and pushed against the tip as he sank inside her a bit. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. “That’s what that place was? For men to gamble?”
“Yes.” He gritted his teeth. “And I stayed as long as I did after I asked you to marry me, because I want to renovate a home for you to live in. The house you deserve. We’ll have to live on my lands after that but I’ve grown the profits and I think we can do it. So tell me. Emily. Do you want all of me or not?”
She looked up into his eyes, her hazel gaze filled with a light he’d never seen before. “Yes, I want all of you.”
“Even the not-so-pretty parts?” His jaw was clenched in agony.
“All of it.” She pushed again and he slid inside her part way, her channel so tight that every muscle in his body shook with effort to maintain control. She felt better than anything he’d known before.
“As my wife?” He swirled his hips, pulling out of her and she whimpered, reaching to hold him close.
“Yes, as your wife.”
He couldn’t take another second and he thrust inside her, feeling her maidenhead tear. She gave a cry of pain and he cupped her cheek, finding her lips. “I swear to you, Emily. I’ll never keep another secret again.”
She kissed him back, their bodies locked together. “I believe you.”
Slowly he slid out of her and then back in, giving her body time to adjust as he kissed her again and again. They said no more words as their bodies moved together. When she tightened around him, crying out, he exploded inside her, their breath panting together.
Emily was his forever.
Chapter Four