underneath him. She was just smiling as she rocked her hips against his and he felt her slide against his erection. This was so right. He had no idea why. The thought that this was Emma Chandler and he had no business being in her bed surfaced, but he shoved that aside. He held her wrists in one hand and lowered his mouth to hers. He wasn’t just teasing now, but determined to ensure she knew she was his. For tonight at least she belonged to him and he was going to claim every inch of her body. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and felt her suck hard on his tongue as she arched underneath him. Her hard nipples poked into his chest and her legs scissored underneath his as he settled into the cradle of her thighs. Caressing his way down her body with one hand, he found the waistband of her leggings and shoved them down her legs to the top of her thighs and let his hand move over from her thigh to her abdomen and then lower. Her feminine center was hot, and as he traced her through her panties she moaned his name and arched against him. But now that he had her stretched out beneath him he found the control he’d almost lost. He palmed her and then pulled the fabric of her underwear from her body, sweeping one finger down until he heard her breath catch. Then he lightly caressed her nub of desire. Slowly at first, with just a light back and forth motion, until she started to move restlessly against him. Then he pushed his finger lower and found the moist opening of her body and slid it inside. He felt her hips jerk and she pulled her mouth from him. “More.” Her breathless voice was like a caress on his spine. His pants felt even tighter and he wished he’d striped them both naked. But this was nice. It felt so good as he pressed his thumb to her clitoris and let his finger thrust in and out of her body. She was hot and wet and so damned ready for him. He kept up his caresses until he felt her hips moving more quickly against him. Then her body tightened as she dug her heels into the bed and thrust upward against his hand. He kept his fingers where they were, moving between her legs for a few more moments, and then drew his hand out of her panties and rolled to his side. He pulled her leggings and underwear down her legs and tossed them on the floor and then stood up to take off his own pants. She lay on the bed watching him with languid eyes. Her skin was flushed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, and her legs moved restlessly against the covers on the bed. He crawled back over her and lowered himself slowly, using his entire body to caress hers. He eased his chest up over her torso and then slid his hands under her back to her butt and held his own weight on his forearms as he lowered himself until they were pressed together. She felt better than any other woman ever had before. It was so much more than he’d expected and he buried his head in her neck as emotions that he’d always kept locked away washed over him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. For a minute they lay there until his erection reminded him he was holding a very naked, very tempting Emma in his arms and maybe he should do something about it. He lifted his head and kissed her neck, nibbling at that point where it met her shoulder and her pulse beat so erratically. He felt it skip a beat as he sucked at her skin, then soothed the small area with his tongue before moving down her collarbone to her shoulder. He learned her slowly with his hands and his mouth. He found a small birthmark under her left breast and caressed it with his tongue before moving lower over her ribs. He found the small scar at her bikini line and when he looked up at her, she shrugged. “C-section.” He laved it with his tongue and felt her hands in his hair, tightening as he moved lower. Her inner thighs were sensitive to his touch and she twitched on the bed as he continued moving lower. He lingered there, kissing her, surrounded by