Though he should be used to her bold manner, Connor was still taken aback by her bold implication. Never, he swore, would he ever meet another like her. A woman who felt free to express her desires, a woman who admitted to them! He might as well assume from this point forward that everything he knew about women and ladies did not apply to his Emmy. She would keep him on his toes, to be sure. Connor laughed and pulled her to her feet. It would be a wonderful way to experience life. With the unexpected.
They hurried back to the castle as quickly as Emmy’s long skirts would allow and in that moment she cursed their very existence. Through the courtyard and up the broad staircase. At the top, she squealed as he swung her into his arms and carried her laughing the remainder of the distance to his chamber.
Connor kicked the door shut and caught her lips passionately once more as he lowered her to her feet. She swayed and clung to him as he swung her around. “Ahh, Em! My darling, my love,” he murmured against her lips.
She broke away turning her back commanding breathlessly, “Help me with all of this.”
Connor dealt with the long row of buttons with an efficiency that left Emmy dazed. He kissed and scraped his teeth against her shoulders as he lowered the bodice and set to work on the laces of the skirts. “I love that ye don’t wear the stays,” he whispered huskily. “I will never be able to look at ye again without knowing that ye’re nearly bare beneath yer clothing.” His hands slid up and caught her breasts through the thin chemise as her skirts and petticoats dropped to the ground.
Turning, Emmy threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again while his fingers found the ties of her drawers, loosened and dropped those as well before his arms came around her. His breath was as ragged as hers as their mouths met again and again. His fists clenched against her back and a moment later, she felt the material of the chemise give way as he tore the garment from her. A moan of excitement escaped her. “Oh, Connor,” she sighed. ‘Eat your heart out Kevin Kline!’
Emmy caught one thick wool stocking with the toes of the opposite foot and shoved the pair off one by one all the while massaging his chest and back while his hands returned to her breast. His fingers brushed her nipples, tantalizing the tender flesh and he bent his head capturing one between his lips. Emmy squealed and wrapped her arms around his head holding him to her as his tongue flicked across the tip send shocks of electricity down to her core.
Connor lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed. He deposited her there and stared down at her for a moment, chest heaving. An instant later he was shedding his clothing in haste and it wasn’t long before he was as naked as she. Emmy marveled over the heavy muscles of his chest and abdomen, the strength of his arms and legs as he lowered himself on top of her. She spread her legs to cradle his weight and savored the weight of him above her. He stared down at her tenderly. “I love ye.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered and twitched her hips just enough to make his breath catch.
“Minx,” he chided and lowered his mouth again to her breast. He suckled there as she moaned and tossed her head. He skimmed a hand down her belly and hip before returning up the back of her thigh to squeeze her bottom. Her hands on his own nearly distracted him from his purpose but he recovered to continue his intentioned course. His finger slid into the valley between her legs using her moist heat to ease his way around and over her sensitive nub as she gasped and arched against him. A second finger joined the first. Around and around he went as her body quivered multiplying the pleasure he felt from the searching caress of her hands and her lips and tongue on his chest and neck.
Again and again his fingers circled and cajoled until Emmy thought she would faint. She was light-headed, panting and burning and painfully near a climax already. Her lips tingled with arousal. Her thighs clenched about the turn of his hand encouraging him on, urging him to stop. Then he plunging those talented digits deep inside her and Emmy cried out arching her back. He gave no quarter as he thrust his fingers again and again curling them upward wringing sensations from Emmy that she had never known a body was capable of feeling. “Connor! Connor!” she gasped, begging for release.
Obliging, Connor reared back and drove himself to the hilt in the slick heat that awaited him and nearly cried out in ecstasy himself. He pumped again and paused as she begged him to continue. He rolled suddenly to his back pulling her along until she was seated above him. Emmy stared down at him, bracing her hands against his chest to push herself up. Felt the length of him withdraw as she rose and dropped back down. They both moaned and his hands tightened on her hips urging her up again and pull her back down forcefully again.
Connor looked up at Emmy, her eyes closed, lips moist and parted, long hair in tangled disarray around her face and shoulders. Gorgeous, sensual. The muscles of her stomach flexed and she rocked her hips again grinding against him. Never again, never again would he leave her. She was his heart, soul and body. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling. He raised his hips to meet hers as she dropped again and they found a quick rhythm pushing and thrusting.
The tightening of the orgasm did not scare Emmy this
