and I'm not interested in voyeurism. It's vulgar, and speaks badly of the couple involved.' There! That should set him back on his heels-she hoped. What was she getting herself into? she suddenly wondered. Was this a good idea? Maybe she should just rent some X-rated videos.
'Very well,' he drawled. 'Your room or mine? And yes, now!'
'Now is not the best time,' Emily said, gasping as he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. God, he smelled so good!
'Are you a cock tease, Emily?' he asked her softly, taking her hand and pressing it against his groin. 'That's not nice, you know.'
Her fingers moved involuntarily against the hard ridge pressing against his jeans. 'Oh,' she half whispered. His penis was very hard beneath her hand.
'If you want to stop, Emily, this is the time. Keep touching me like that and there will be no going back for either of us,' he warned her. He nuzzled her hair. It was soft.
She didn't know what to say. Had she come too far to cut and run?
His hand caressed then cupped her face. The green eyes searched her face. 'Emily?' he asked, his voice rough. Devlin was shocked by the incredible reaction he was having to her. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, make her scream and beg him for everything he could give her. And then he would give her more and more until they were both so weak and exhausted they couldn't move for another day. What was it about this woman that was making him feel this way? He barely knew her, but then, that had never been a hindrance to his lusts. And she seemed to feel the same way, yet there was a shyness, an innocence about her that made him want to be gentle. 'Emily?' he repeated. 'Yes or no?'
'Yes.' She half whispered the word. This wasn't at all what she had expected, she thought as he led her upstairs and into his bedroom. Where were the candles flickering in the soft evening breezes? The roses to perfume the air? This wasn't romantic at all. It was raw and primal, but to her own surprise she knew it was what she wanted from him. They weren't in love. She needed a man to take her virginity, and then show her everything she needed to know if she was going to write that explicitly sexy novel Stratford wanted out of her. This was research. Research to ensure authenticity. Research so she could save her career.
'You aren't afraid of me, are you?' he asked her gently. 'We both want this, don't we, Emily?' He was giving her an opportunity to stop this madness.
She nodded. She knew what was to come, because she had read enough in this past week about the sexual situation, but she was shaking inside, and afraid that if she spoke her voice would give her away. Then he might not do it. She had been wearing a yellow cotton tee. He pulled it up over her head and arms, laying it aside on the chair.
'I like your taste in scanties,' he said with a small smile, fingering the top of the lacy little bra she was wearing. 'Now let's see how this opens. Ah, the front.' He unhooked the garment and slid it off over her shoulders, tossing it to where the tee lay. 'Oh, Emily,' he said softly, staring at her breasts. 'How lovely these are.' Reaching out he cupped a single breast in his palm. She had small, pointed pink nipples.
What was she supposed to do? Emily wondered frantically. Well, she was certainly beginning to understand the necessity of practical experience. Her books did not cover anything like this. It would seem she should begin undressing him. Her fingers fumbled with the small buttons on his sports shirt. Getting them all open, she pushed the shirt from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Her fingers splayed out over his broad chest. His skin was soft, but he was hard beneath. In one of her books she had seen the woman kiss the man's nipples. Bending her head, she did so now.
His hands were now undoing her jeans, and he lifted her from the pile of denim. 'For a proper miss you wear very sensuous panties,' he told her, eyeing the silk bikini bottom, amused.
'They match the bra,' she said low. 'Pretty undergarments are my one vice,' Emily told him. Her hands imitated his, and she undid his jeans, thrusting them down over his lean hips. 'Oh!' she gasped, surprised. 'You don't wear…' Her voice died.
'No, I don't,' he said. 'And from now on I don't want you to either. No bra. No panties when you are with me. I want you ready whenever I want you, Emily. And you will be a very good girl and do what I tell you, won't you?' He tipped her face up to his even as he ripped the lace-and-silk bikini from her body. Then his hand slipped quickly between her legs to cup her mons.
Emily caught her breath, surprised. 'No underwear?' she managed to say.
'When I want to fuck you, angel face, I don't want to have to waste the time pulling off your clothes that I could spend making us both happy,' he told her.
'Do you treat all your women this way, Devlin?' She could not lose control of this situation. Oh, God, his hand was so warm. He fingered the curls of her pubic area and she couldn't contain the shiver that ran up her spine.
'Are you a good girl or a bad girl?' he asked her. His tongue began to harry her small ear. 'I think you might be a bad girl under all that propriety.'
'I don't know what I am, but I'm sure you're going to tell me afterward,' she said spiritedly. 'I already know you're a bad boy, Devlin.' She was naked in the arms of a naked man. And she still had the ability to carry on a conversation? What in the name of heaven would her grandmothers think of her? Well, at least she wasn't Katy.
'Like all writers, you talk too much,' he said, and then he kissed her mouth hard. His tongue ran suggestively along her lips, and instinctively she opened them, allowing him entry. Their tongues curled about each other.
He had pulled her against him. Their naked bodies were touching, and the sensation was very exciting. Was this what was called a French kiss? she asked herself as their tongues began to caress each other. Not bad, and his breath tasted of mint and coffee. She let her tongue stroke his.
He pushed her back onto the bed. Her butt was on the mattress, but her legs were dangling over. Then he knelt and, lifting her legs up, rested them over his shoulders. What was he doing? He pulled her legs apart, and his dark head dove between them.
Emily squealed with surprise, almost fainting with shock when she felt him open her labia and begin to lick a part of her flesh she had never anticipated would be touched by another's tongue. Vaguely she recalled seeing pictures of a man between a woman's legs in her books, but she never knew exactly what was happening. Well, she did now! 'Oh, God!' His tongue had touched her clitoris, and it was incredibly sensitive. The tongue flicked relentlessly back and forth over that rosebud of flesh. She was almost unconscious with the pleasure his tongue was giving her. She shivered once, twice. 'Please,' she said. 'Please!' She wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but she wanted something.
He stopped, disentangling himself from her slender limbs.
'No!' she said, shocked by her own reaction. 'No!'
Laughing, he pulled her up, giving her a kiss. 'That's how you taste, Emily, and you are delicious.' Then he sat quickly down on the bed, yanking her over his knee, and gave her bottom three quick, hard spanks. 'I figured you for a bad girl, angel face. Let's be bad together now.' He stood for a moment again, and then pushed her back onto the bed. 'Those darling little tits of yours need some loving attention,' he told her. Flinging himself next to her, he lowered his dark head and closed his mouth over one of her nipples. 'Ummm,' he said. 'Almost, but not quite as tasty as your sweet cunny.'
