In the Marshal's Arms by Emma Jay Read Free Book Online

legs so her breasts rubbed his thighs. She lifted his balls in her hand and gave them long, suckling kisses before she turned her attention back to his aching cock. She held his gaze as she nibbled on the tender head, then laved it with her tongue. Her eyes drifted shut again as she closed her mouth around him and did her damnedest to swallow him, tongue working, the muscles of her throat clasping. God, so wet, so hot, so erotic.
    The orgasm had him trembling beneath her before his balls contracted and he erupted in her mouth. With her hands and lips she pumped his cock until every last drop was gone. Then she rested her cheek on his thigh and looked up at him, her eyes still dark with desire.
    “That was—thank you,” he managed.
    She pushed herself up the bed to lie beside him, and brought his hand to her breast. He thumbed her nipple to a peak and she murmured her approval, then shifted, offering her breast to his mouth. He took the invitation, drawing the tender flesh between his lips. She pushed closer, and he opened his mouth wider, taking more of her in, sucking harder until she moaned her approval. Then she took his hand and placed it over her cunt.
    Christ, she was wet, aroused from his own pleasure. He wished he could recover enough to plunge deep inside her, but instead he slipped his finger into her, one, then two, then three, sliding in and out, stretching her. Her hand moved from the back of his to her pussy, stroking above her opening, working the little nub, each caress making her channel wetter and wetter, until her juices coated his hand. Her muscles fluttered around his knuckles, then closed on him as her hips bucked on the bed, bringing his fingers deeper, grinding against him as she keened her pleasure.
    Her hand fell to the mattress and he slid his fingers from her body to fold them through hers, and he stretched out beside her on the bed. She laughed and lifted her free hand to stroke his hair from his face. She cupped his cheek and kissed him, then turned into him and promptly fell asleep.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Maddy stretched out on the bed, twinges reminding her of the decadent way she and Rhys had warmed up after their trip into town. She should feel ashamed, should be guilty for reveling in his touch, in his kisses, in his lovemaking.
    She reached across the bed, then lifted her head when she felt the coolness of the sheets. The cabin was brighter, but the day was overcast. And Rhys was nowhere in sight. The fire burned brightly in the hearth, and she could see the stove was lit. She found her shift and dress in the tangle of blankets—had he added more overnight? She dressed as well as she could under the covers, then slipped out of bed. She looked out the window but didn’t see him, but he was likely seeing to the animals.
    She’d make a good breakfast, though the hour was late.
    The door opened while she was making the coffee, and she turned to watch him kick the snow off his boots, and hang his hat and coat by the door. He looked at the made bed and turned to the kitchen. A blush heated his cheeks before he gave her a shy smile.
    “Snow stopped but it’s damned cold out there.”
    “Coffee will be ready soon, and I’m making eggs and sausage. It won’t take long.”
    He nodded and crowded into the kitchen with her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his cold nose into the side of her neck. She squealed and laughed, then turned into his arms and folded her arms around his neck. His lips were cold, but she warmed them quickly. She couldn’t believe she could heat up again so soon after last night, but when he drew her hips against his, arousal slid through her blood.
    She drew back reluctantly. “You need your strength. Let me finish breakfast.”
    After breakfast, she felt uneasy with him for the first time since she’d met him. The kitchen was clean, the food put away, and all she could think about was the bed.
    He crossed the room to a package she