The_Color_of_Love_-_Radclyffe (Рэдклифф) - страница 130

“I love touching you,” Derian muttered. “You feel so damn good.”

The words, as powerful as Derian’s touch, thrilled Emily to the core. Derian’s delight in her was as wild and wonderful as the orgasm unfurling inside her. She cried out, her back arched, her legs taut, and felt Derian’s fingers entwined with hers. She held on to the slender tether while her body, her very essence, took flight.

“I can’t keep coming like that,” she gasped at last. “I’ll disappear.”

“Oh no, you won’t.” Derian kissed her and sent another aftershock spinning over her. “I won’t let you.”

Emily drifted and almost fell asleep, until a hard, hot body pressed against her. She dragged herself back to reality and opened her eyes. Derian lounged beside her, her head propped on her elbow and a supremely self-satisfied smile on her face.

Emily laughed. “Have I ever mentioned you’re the most arrogant woman I’ve ever met?”

Derian kissed her lightly. “I’m wounded.”

“You’re wonderful.” Emily lightly scraped her nails down the center of Derian’s abdomen.

Derian’s eyes grew smoky. “Only if you think so.”

Emily pushed Derian onto her back. “I do, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Right now, I’d agree to anything.” Derian’s voice was husky, her muscles twitching wherever Emily teased.

“Really?” Emily had never imagined the thrill of possessing a woman, of filling her hands with beauty and passion and vulnerability. She snugged between Derian’s thighs and, starting with her breasts, worked her way slowly down the center of her bowstring taut body, kissing and nipping and sating her every urge.

Derian groaned, determined to let Emily take what she wanted and praying she could last. The waiting was excruciating. The sounds torn from her throat were unlike anything she’d ever heard before. When Emily’s lips closed around her, white lightning burst inside her head, incinerating every thought. A second later, she was lost.

“I’m sorry,” Derian finally said, aware her cheek had somehow come to be nestled against Emily’s breast. “I’m not usually so quick off the block.”

Elated, Emily kissed the top of her head. “I thought it was unbelievably sexy.”

Derian tilted her head, caught the gratified smile. “You seem to do very unexpected things to me.”

“Do I,” Emily said with a low purr. “Good things?”

“Fabulous things.”

“Mmm. That’s handy, since I really want to do it again.”

Derian laughed and started to sit up.

Emily’s arm tightened around her shoulders. “Stay a minute. I like you there.”

Derian stilled, unused to being held by women. She wasn’t used to being possessed, and she damn sure wasn’t used to being controlled in bed. Until Emily. Giving Emily whatever she wanted, including her body and her will, had suddenly become her greatest pleasure. She sighed. Why fight what felt so damn good? “I would be happy to stay here the entire day, but I want to go with Henrietta to her rehab appointment.”