His Most Exquisite Conquest by Emma Darcy Read Free Book Online

down enough to lift her legs out of them.
    Michael was wasting no time, either, tearing open the packet of condoms, sheathing himself. She straightened up and for one sizzling moment they looked at each other, revelling in the sight of their sexuality completely open to view. He was perfect, Lucy thought, absolutely perfect, and the glittering desire in his eyes told her she was just as excitingly perfect to him.
    He startled her by suddenly swooping and lifting her off her feet, crushing her to his chest. It was a smallish room. The bed was close by, a couple steps away.
    ‘You bring out the caveman in me,’ he said gruffly.
    She laughed, bubbling over with elation at the possessiveness of his action. When he carried her onto the bed, the same streak of possessiveness swept through her as she wound her legs around his hips in aggressive ownership.
    Take me, take me. The words were pounding through her mind, the fierce need to take him thrumming through her whole body. She was open to him, dying for him, and he didn’t keep her waiting, plunging inside her so fast she gasped at the glorious sensation of the aching emptiness being totally filled, powerfully filled.
    She clutched him to her, wanting to hold him there, wanting to hold on to this awesome moment, live her awareness of it to the full. ‘Michael...’ She breathed his name—the man who lived this moment with her.
    ‘Open your eyes, Lucy,’ he commanded.
    She hadn’t realised she’d closed them, keeping the high mountain of feeling to herself. But yes, she wanted to share it with him, have him share what he was feeling with her. She opened her eyes wide and caught the fierce intensity in his—the need to know, the desire to take all that she was.
    ‘Keep them open.’
    She did, watching him watch her as he began a rhythm of retreat and thrust that slowly escalated to a faster and faster beat, on and on until she was arching, bucking, writhing with the pleasure of it, the excitement, the exquisite tension, building, building to a crescendo of almost agony, teetering on the unbearable. She cried out, her eyes wildly demanding release, her hands clawing his back, her feet goading him on in desperate need, her heart seemingly on the point of bursting.
    ‘Yes...’ The word hissed from between his teeth and his eyes blazed with sheer animal triumph as he drove himself into her as deeply as he could, and the agony shattered, melting away on wave after wave of ecstasy emanating from the spasms that convulsed around him.
    ‘Yes...’ she echoed, with a moan of sweet pleasure, feeling him pulsating, too, his body shuddering in his own explosive release, his chest heaving for breath, and when he collapsed on top of her, it seemed his heart was drumming in sync with hers, a testament to their utter togetherness.
    Long may it last, Lucy fiercely willed.
    She’d never had a man like Michael Finn in her life.
    She wanted what they had right now to go on and on forever.
    Of course it wouldn’t...couldn’t.
    Loopy Lucy—which was what the kids at school had called her—was not good enough to hold on to this top-of-the-scale man for long. Just cherish the moment, she told herself. Hug it tight. Make it a memory she could hold on to. Unless she suffered amnesia or Alzheimer’s disease, nothing could take great memories away from her.
    They were hers forever.

CHAPTER SIX
    W OW !
    For a while it was the only word in Michael’s mind. He had been conscious enough of his heaviness on top of Lucy to roll onto his side, but he took her with him, ensuring their togetherness continued. She hooked her leg around him, as intent as he was on maintaining their intimate connection. Her incredibly sexy breasts were softly heaving against his chest. Her warm breath was wafting over his throat. Her arms embraced him as though she wanted to stay clamped to him forever.
    She was...amazing!
    So uninhibited about showing her desire for him, voicing it, moving on it... no woman in his