Author's Note: I just wanted to say that there is no way I could have ever written this story without reading "the Rake's Revenge", by Gail Ranstrom. It's an awesome book, and it was my inspiration. Read on and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own a whole lot of...nothing.
She took his hand and guided him outside, to the well groomed, empty garden. There was very little light; the only sources were a couple of lamps, and beams emanating from the glowing ballroom. Masked in darkness, his lips met hers once more, tentative at first, then firmer, more certain. His arms tightened slightly and drew her up against the solid wall of his chest, her breasts aching for the contact. Something stirred in her center, causing her to melt in his embrace.
Emily ended up pressed against the wall of the building, with no recollection of how she got there. She felt Aaron's hand trailing up her leg, bunching her dress higher. Although he already had her craving his touch, and desperately wanted -no, needed- to feel him inside her, she voiced the question on her mind.
"What are we doing?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.
"Tempting fate." Laughter floated on the wind from the inside of the building. "And fate has taken the challenge." He stopped suddenly and pulled back to look at her. "Emily, I'm sorry. If you don't want this, we can stop -"
"No. No, trust me, I want this," she assured. "I'm just afraid that someone will wander into the garden and see us."
"Are you telling me that the infamously rebellious Emily Prentiss doesn't like taking risks?" he teased.
She grinned slyly. "Just shut up and kiss me," she answered.
He obeyed, doing that and more. Undoing his belt. he let his pants drop to the floor. Emily closed her eyes in anticipation as his tongue slipped past her lips, eliciting a soft moan.
The darkness heightened her senses, making her more aware of the size of his hands as they splayed out on her back, of the masculine smell of his cologne, and the steady thump of his heartbeat in the stillness. Carefully, he moved his hand back to the vulnerable heat at her center. She exhaled with an involuntary cry of encouragement when he took off her panties and found her core. She whimpered with pleasure as he repeatedly invaded and withdrew his fingers from her passage.
Her breathing quickened until she was panting, unable to catch her breath due to the tumultuous sensations washing over her.
Aaron's voice rasped against her ear in short, breathless gasps. "My God…you're so hot and ready…and so wet…"
"Don't stop," she begged.
His reply was a low, deep groan, as if he were giving up his last hold on control. His hand left her long enough to fumble with his own clothing, and then his thick, hard member took the place of his fingers. He rocked against her, slowly letting her adjust. Covering her mouth with his, he drove deeper, impaling her to his hilt and swallowing her surprised moan. She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut to keep from crying out. After all, they did have to be quiet.
His thrusts quickened, and the initial pain dulled to a pleasant ache, rapidly morphing into need again as his rhythm drew out passionate desire from both of them. She met him thrust for thrust, moving her hips perfectly to take him as deep as possible.
Emily came minutes later, pulling Aaron over with her. Her breathing slowed, her breasts aching and skin humming. Although it had been amazing, it had been too quick and she still felt somewhat incomplete.
She wanted more. And so did Aaron.
Slowly, he withdrew from her, eliciting a small moan of protest. After smoothing the skirt of her dress down over her legs and redressing, he held her in his arms and gazed down at her.
"Come home with me," he pleaded.
She kissed the base of his throat. "Yes," she whispered simply. "I was hoping you would say that.
Author's Note: Sorry for the really really short update, but chapter three (the last chapter) will be up soon! Please keep reading! :D
