The Tycoon's Misunderstood Bride (10 page)

She turned on her heel and headed back inside.  Once she was in the living room, she really had no idea where to go.  The house was beautiful, but extremely large.  She couldn’t even guess how many bedrooms there were much less other rooms.  She headed back the way she’d come and searched for the staircase and was impressed when she came to the
long, circular stairs.  On the second floor, she stumbled.  At the top, she could turn to the right or the left.  And if the truth were told, she’d suddenly lost her nerve.  She didn’t want to find his bedroom, wanted to simply run out the front door and never stop. 

Jason had other plans though.  As she stood there, he came bounding up the stairs two at a time to find her at the top.  Looking down at her, he smiled slightly.  “You’re either lost, or you’re wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he said as he watched her green eyes blinking with nerves.  “Or maybe a bit of both?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded her head.  “I’m sorry.  That was brazen of me, but I…”

He stopped her from explaining by simply kissing her lips, taking control of the situation in a way that made her stomach muscles clench with that sudden crazy feeling. 

As that warmth invaded her body, her arms crept up his chest and her fingers rested nervously on both of his broad shoulders while he continued to kiss her.  Emma had no idea how to kiss since she’d never done it with any other man before
their wedding
.  So instead of acting like the ninny she was, she imitated everything he did.  When he bit her lower lip, she jumped but her hand moved down to cup his jaw and she tentatively did the same thing back to him.  When he reacted by tightening his arms around her waist, she pulled herself closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting herself up on her toes to hold him closer. 

Jason bent down and picked her up in his arms, amazed that she barely weighed anything at all.  He quickly carried her down the hallway and kicked the door closed with his foot before bringing her over to his bed. 

While he carried her, he stopped kissing her and all her nervousness came rushing back.  So when he set her back down, she started to pull away, but knew that was the wrong thing to do.  Telling herself to do exactly the opposite of her instincts, she moved closer to his strong body. 

When he reached behind her to unzip her jumper, she flinched, then moaned as his hand sent shivers down her back.  He didn’t stop until she was shaking again, then his hands moved back up her back, and down again.  She closed her eyes, shocked that someone touching her back could feel so enormously wonderful.  Her whole body was on fire now and she clenched the front of his shirt to keep herself upright. 

When his fingers found her bare skin underneath her turtleneck shirt, she gasped in surprise at how hot his fingers felt and her eyes looked up at his, only to find him watching her carefully. 
Thankfully
, the look in his eyes was just as hot as she felt so the moment when her self-consciousness would have surfaced, it was stopped and changed into desire, and feminine power that she’d like to exert. 

Her fingers followed his, pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks, then her fingers slipping underneath.  When she felt his sharp intake of breath, she felt her body’s reaction right down to the core of her.  The shooting, incredible desire she was feeling now made her smile with joy and pleasure and he was still moving his fingers around.

Jason didn’t like the amusement she had on her face at his expense.  No, this woman wouldn’t get the best of him, he told himself.  She was using all her whiles to make him lose control but he wouldn’t give that to her.  Pulling the shirt over her head, he tossed it off to the side.  When he looked down, he couldn’t believe how incredible she looked.  She was wearing just a simple white cotton bra, but her breasts were perfectly shaped, wonderfully pert and, as his hand cupped their
fullness
, he was surprised at how much larger they were.  He quickly discarded her bra and felt their fullness without the restriction, his thumb and fingers caressing the tender skin, watching with fascination as her nipples hardened to a peak as he caressed and familiarized himself with their weight and texture. 

Gone were his plans to control this situation.  All that was in him now was a need to possess, to find out more about her.  Her breasts were perfect, rounded at the bottom but turned up slightly, as if they were begging for his mouth.  He obliged and bent down to taste their perfect peaks.  His tongue swirled around the tender skin and he didn’t even feel her fingers in his
hair
, pulling at his scalp.  In the back of his mind, he knew that she was making those sexy little sounds, but right now, all he wanted was to taste her breasts, then move lower, to see if the skin on her stomach was really as soft as it looked. 

She had very little body fat, he realized and her stomach actually curved inward.  But his mind was too distracted to think of her health at the moment.  He wanted to find another spot that would give him those sounds again.  He moved back up to her breasts, then back down, finding another spot on her rib cage.  Interesting, he thought with a smile, then moved farther down her body. 

Suddenly, he stood up and lifted her into his arms, laying her in the middle of his massive bed.  He quickly divested her of those horrible black stockings, bringing her underwear with them as he tossed her remaining clothing behind him.  Staring down at her, he couldn’t believe how perfectly formed she was.  There wasn’t much fat on her, but those legs were long and lean, with sexy calves and elegant thighs.  Thighs that he wanted to explore just as much as he wanted that stomach, he thought.  With a grin, he traveled up her leg, starting at the arch of her foot and was rewarded with a jerk of her leg and more of that cute mewling sound he was beginning to find himself addicted to. 

He almost laughed when he found another spot on the back of her leg, kissing and nuzzling there until she pulled away from him suddenly. 
He grabbed her leg, not allowing her to move too far.  With a hand at each of her ankles, he pulled her right back towards him.  He didn’t see the terrified look in her eyes, but when she refused to open her legs to his exploring mouth, he could only chuckle at her
reticence
. 

“
F
ine, but I’ll get there later,” he promised, moving back up her body, nibbling on her hip bone, her stomach, kissing that sweet, beautiful spot right above her pubic hair that told him that she was ready for him.  He could smell her arous
al and the scent of her created
a throbbing need in him that he could no longer avoid.  With a swift
movement
, he stood up next to the bed and divested himself of his clothes, then came back up, looking at her body, her legs as they refused to open for him but he simply smiled and shook his head as he laid down beside her. 

His hand moved along her hip, tickling her skin while his mouth moved back to her breast, teasing with both his hand
s
and his mouth and he could feel the resist
ance come out of her body as he erotically
assaulted her from both angles.  When he felt her legs move against his hand, felt her muscles relax, he moved in, shifting his weight over her. 

With one hand, he lifted her knee so it was resting against his hip while he found her heat with his erection.  Probing gently, he closed his eyes with the wetness, her hot body closing around him and he pushed into her, gritting his teeth at how tight she was.  And when she lifted her hips upwards, pressing against him, he almost lost the battle for control.  But no!  She wasn’t going to make him lose it, he thought yet again and took several deep breaths to try and remain calm.  But then her hands lifted and he felt her fingers against his bare chest.  That tender touch, her tentative, soft fingers curling in his chest hair was his undoing.  He couldn’t help it when he pushed harder, fi
l
ling her up and growling when he felt her completely close around him.  There was only a small amount of resistance and he opened his eyes, pushing harder so she could take all of him and she gasped, cringing in pain and closing her eyes. 

Jason froze.  He couldn’t move as he looked down at their connected bodies.  He was now buried inside her but there was something wrong.  She wasn’t feeling pleasure anymore.  She was actually crying?  He’d never
had
a woman cry on him before
.  And what had just happened? 

Damn!  Emm
a Mason was a virgin!  She hadn’t
slept with all those men her father had accused her of and he just roughly gave her an introduction to sex!  He could have been more gentle, more considerate and instead, he’d pushed into her tight heat and made her cry!

“Emma, don’t,” he said roughly, feeling like a complete ass, not only for hurting her but also because he still wanted desperately to bury himself deeper inside her.  He wanted to lose himself in her softness and hear her cry out as she climaxed around
him
as well.  These conflicting emotions didn’t sit well with him.  He wasn’t the emotional type, he reminded himself.  His ex-lovers had complained about his lack of emotional connection
and here he was, trying to
make love to a woman
while at the same
time ease
her sadness,
not doing a very good job of either at the moment
. 

She reached up with one hand, gently holding his shoulder as she tried to shift her hips to make herself more comfortable.  Unfortunately, that shift did things to him that he shouldn’t want.  Not right now. 

“Emma, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.”

She forced a nod and smiled tentatively up at him.  “I understand.  But…” she shifted again and Jason gritted his teeth tightly, “if you wouldn’t mind, are you….finished?  I know that some women just don’t…you know…enjoy this part of the activity and I guess…”

He covered her mouth with his hands, his chest constricting painfully.  “Stop, Emma.  You’re going to be fine.”  If he could ever get her past this pain, he thought to himself with grim determination.  “Just hang on and let me know when you don’t feel the pain any longer.”

She bit her lower lip in that cute, endearing way and his eyes followed her movement.  “Don’t do that, Emma,” he growled and bent down to tenderly touch her lips with his, forcing her teeth to release her lower lip.

“Why?”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes.  “Because it turns me on and I’m working extremely hard at not moving inside you until you feel better but if you continue to look at me that way, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

She started to bite her lip, then stopped.  Her eyes moved to his and her hands gripped his shoulders.  “Okay.  I can do this,” she said.

Jason almost laughed at her grim determination.  He couldn’t believe how cute she was, and yet still so sexy he wanted to lift her into his arms and do all sorts of naughty things to her delectable body.  “Tell me to stop if anything hurts,” he commanded and moved just ever so slightly. 

Emma was startled when he moved.  Even the small movement sent a thrill up her body and caused a gasp to escape from her lips. 

“Be
tter?” he asked and watched as
he moved again, experimenting slightly. 

She shifted again and Jason moved his hands down to her hips, keeping her still.  “Don’t move like that!” he ground out. 

“Why?” she asked softly and did it again despite his hand trying to hold her still. 

“Because…”

“It feels much better when I move, Jason,” she said as he moved inside her.  “Yes,” she sighed.  “Just like that.”

Jason wasn’t immune to her movements or the blissful expression on her lovely features.  He moved again, judging how sore she was and, when she didn’t have a problem, he moved more, sliding farther out, then coming all the way back in. 

Emma held on more tightly, her mouth falling open as she lifted her legs and was surprised when the feelings increased.  She also liked the way Jason groaned so she moved again, taking him deeper. 

Within moments, Jason was back in control, his hands moving her hips higher, his body pressing carefully into hers and increasing the pace, judging her response by the way her face moved.  He was holding onto his control with a very fine thread, not sure how much longer he had so he reached down with his hand and caressed her gently.  Initially she tried to pull his hand away but he wasn’t having any of that.  He moved against her, pressing his fingers against her swollen flesh and increased the pressure depending on those sounds she was making, driving him even harder to the edge the louder she got.