Satisfaction Guaranteed (25 page)

"I do, too," she said.

Adam sat back and lifted her feet out of his lap, settling them on the floor, and then reached forward to take her hand and tug her up to a sitting position. "Come sit in my lap, Emma."

She let him guide her, his hands giving her cues as he helped her change position until he had her where he wanted her. He settled her on his thighs, with her bare bottom snug against his cock, while he sat with his back to the armrest, his legs stretched out on the cushions.

Emma could feel the soft fabric of his pants and the hard bulge of his penis underneath and drew in an unsteady breath. Adam might be taking his time, but there was no question what he wanted from her, what he would have in the end. When he chose, he would strip away the frail protection of her thong and guide the head of his penis between her legs, spread open for him, and thrust inside her.

His arms came around her shoulders to keep her close. She felt his fingers play along her collarbone before dipping down to explore the upper curves of her breasts and the hollow between. Then he captured her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pinching the tight buds with gradually increasing pressure until she gasped.

"Right there, hmm?" Adam kissed the back of her neck and the curve of her shoulder as he kept the pressure on her nipples steady. The stimulation made her squirm in his lap, grinding her bare butt against his cock, as she felt the reaction in her lower body. Her womb tightened, her vaginal muscles squeezed together, and her sex swelled in invitation.

"Lean forward." He released her nipples, and Emma bent forward from the waist, feeling slightly bewildered. What was he doing? Then she felt his hands move to the tight lacing of her corset and understood before she felt him work the tied ribbons loose.

Gage undid the ribbons on Emma's corset, keeping his hands steady with an effort. She looked like the embodiment of every fantasy he'd ever had in the outfit he'd chosen for her. The rose of her nipples had been visible through the thin silk corset, and he could see her labia through the matching thong. He could also see the damp patch on the silk that told him how much she was enjoying their game.

With her bare ass cradling his cock, he didn't know how long he could wait. But tonight was important for too many reasons to rush. How long had it been since he'd taken the time to seduce his wife? When he had last even considered taking her away for a weekend devoted to simply being alone together, talking, laughing, and making love?

She shouldn't have felt that she had to turn to a stranger to feel like a woman. She should never have believed he could find another woman as beautiful, as entrancing, as desirable, as she was to him. In sixteen years, she'd never had a rival. From the moment she'd agreed to be his, he had never wanted anything more than to keep her.

During the preparation for this reunion with his wife, Gage had realized that despite his initial reaction that nothing was lacking between them in the bedroom, one vital thing was. He'd invested too much of his drive and energy into fulfilling his fifteen-year plan, working to create the financial security Emma and their future children deserved. He'd stepped up his pace to achieve his goals faster because the lack of children bothered his wife more every year, and he didn't want to ask her to wait again the next time she brought it up.

The irony didn't escape him. In his efforts to make Emma's world financially secure, he'd taken away the time and energy and attention she needed to feel emotionally secure. To the point that she'd believed it when that bitch Tanya told her vicious lies. They were here now because he'd been too focused on the future to see the present and to realize that he was hurting the one woman he wanted only to please.

It was a mistake that had nearly cost him everything, and Gage didn't intend to ever repeat it. Money mattered as a means to provide for his family. But Emma's love was priceless. His priorities had seemed right at the time, but now the truth was clear. He should have spent less time worrying about impressing her with his performance in business and making his career and his portfolio secure and more time showing her how desirable she was to him, how much he wanted her, how she was anything but a failure as a wife or a lover.

The ribbons felt fragile in his hands as he unlaced the corset, spread the sides wide, and let it fall forward. The naked line of her back was beautiful, and Gage showed her
with his hands and lips how much every part of her body deserved to be worshipped.

He loved the way she shivered at his touch, the goose-flesh that danced over her skin, the soft sighs she made, the way she arched into his touch to invite more. When he had paid homage to her back and shoulders and neck, Gage put his hands on her waist and signaled her to lean back against his chest. From this position he could see her full breasts, the slight rounding of her belly, her upper half naked and her lower half clad in so little that it was more invitation than protection.

The gas fireplace lit the room with a soft glow and made her skin gleam with a pearly luminescence. Her redhead's fair skin had always captivated him. The full curves of her breasts, the rosy crests of her nipples, and the soft curls between her rounded thighs always made him want to touch her. He knew Emma had fussed with dieting on and off over the years, but he couldn't imagine why. She looked like a woman, not a girl. And he wanted a woman in his bed. This woman. His woman.

He slid his hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts, holding the full weight of them in his palms. He squeezed gently to relieve the aching pressure he knew she was feeling, and she moaned and arched into his hands in response.

Gage held Emma in his lap, in his arms, filling his hands with her, and knew that it wasn't going to be enough for him for much longer. It had been too long, and he needed her too much. But he was going to make the experience as perfect for her as he could. So he focused his attention on pleasuring her with his hands, stroking and touching her sensitive breasts, stimulating her nipples, letting his hands
rove down to touch the soft skin of her belly and toy with the edge of her thong.

"I want to take that off you, too," he whispered. He could see the fevered flush on her skin that told him how ready she was for more.

"Yes, Adam," Emma whispered back.

Gage couldn't give her his real name, not yet. But he wondered if she even knew what it meant that she'd chosen to call her fantasy lover Adam. He was her first man, and if he had anything to say about it, he would be her only and her last. On some level, did she suspect the truth?

He slid his hand down farther, touching her mons through the thin silk. Emma moved her thighs apart in a clear request for him to continue. He could feel the heat of her through the flimsy fabric, the slick dampness that signaled her arousal. It was an effort not to fist his hand into the silk and pull until it tore free and bared her for him to take.

Her hips rocked to press her sex into his palm. Gage stroked her through the fabric, then slid a finger under the edge of the material to touch her directly.

"Yes," Emma moaned. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she arched her back before tilting her pelvis forward. He inserted the tip of his finger between her labia, opening her to his touch, exploring her. He felt her shudder in his arms, felt the liquid invitation in her sex before he slowly penetrated her with his finger.

His cock throbbed and his balls were drawn tight with the need to make her his and find his release inside her body. Gage clenched his jaw and fought for control, then withdrew his hand from her thong and returned both hands to her shoulders.

"Not on the couch," he said in a low voice. "I want to unwrap my present on the bed."

He felt Emma quiver at his words, and it made him smile. "Do you like that? Do you like being my present? Knowing that you've been selected and gift-wrapped and delivered to me to do with as I please?"

"Yes." Emma's voice was husky with passion. "It excites me. It makes me feel sexy and desirable and wanton."

"Maybe you're a natural submissive, Emma." The possibility had occurred to him in the very enjoyable and eye-opening course of his research and preparation for tonight. There was no question about his natural desire to dominate, and instead of directing it to their mutual pleasure in the realm of sexual play, he'd channeled that drive into other areas. Ones that had led to less pleasurable results.

He felt her stiffen. "I don't want to be told what to do." Then she shook her head. "I didn't mean it that way. I like what we're doing, I like that you're in charge and I've given up control to you. But I don't want to be told what to do outside of sex."

"Sexually submissive, Emma." He kept his voice soft, not wanting her to recognize it if he spoke normally. "It excites you to be on my lap while I touch you, to know that every inch of your luscious body is mine. To know that I can do anything I want to, with you and to you, and that I fully intend to."

"Oh." Her voice sounded thoughtful. "Submissive in bed. Not like a doormat in a relationship. Like a very sexy game." Her lips curved. "A secret."

"Yes." He stroked a hand over her breast again because he couldn't stop himself from touching her. "A very sexy
game, and a very exciting secret. I could play with your breasts for hours, or simply tell you to leave them bare, and you'd never know if I was going to touch you or just look. I could have you walk around in these very sexy thigh-high stockings and high heels and nothing else, and you would wonder if I was going to bend you over a piece of furniture and have you, or make you touch yourself for me while I watched, or simply spread your legs to show me your pussy. And all that time, the anticipation and the suspense would make you hotter and hotter."

A shudder went through her, and he knew if he touched the silk between her thighs, he would find it clinging damply.

"You like that, Emma." He let his hand slide down to grip the thong she wore. "Should we find out how much?"

She didn't answer, and he inserted his hand under the white silk thong and slid it down to cup her sex, letting his fingers discover just how much hotter and wetter she was now than she'd been minutes ago.

"You like that a lot." Gage felt a primitive surge of satisfaction at the proof of her arousal. "And now you're going to walk with me to the bedroom, knowing that this very wet piece of silk between your thighs is going to come off."

"Adam." Her voice sounded hoarse.

"Hmm?" Gage separated her slick folds and inserted the tip of a finger into her, making her gasp.

"Wait a minute."

Was she having second thoughts? Gage removed his hand from her thong and wrapped both arms around her, hugging her to him. "Problem?"

Emma let out a shaky breath. "I knew that was coming.
I mean, I know why I came here, and I intend to go through with it. Can I just have a minute?"

She could have until the end of time, as long as she spent the passage of years with him. But Gage couldn't say that, so instead he reached over to pick up her fluted glass. He placed the stem in her hand and guided the rim to her lips. "Why don't you finish your champagne?"

She nodded and sipped. Gage added a splash to his champagne flute and sipped along with her. He stroked her arm idly as he held her and wondered if she felt what he did. There was a certain contentment in sharing a quiet moment between lovers. Something they hadn't done together in far too long. Emma was half-naked, in his arms, in his lap, soon to be in bed with him. He wanted her to want that as much as he did, and while he fully intended to stake his claim on her, he wasn't going to rush her.

"More?" Gage asked when he noticed her glass was empty. Emma shook her head and held out the fluted glass for him to take. He placed it back on the table, then set his beside it.

"You're being very patient," Emma said in a soft voice.

"You're worth waiting for, Emma."

She laughed, a shaky sound. "I hope you think so afterwards."

"Why so lacking in confidence?" Gage was genuinely curious about that. Had he done something to make her feel this way? Had he failed to say or do something she needed to know that she was never a disappointment to him?

"I told you I was inexperienced." She shrugged. "My husband wasn't. When we first got together, I mean. High school. He played football, he dated cheerleaders. Had sex
with cheerleaders. I was shy and quiet and, well, it seems like I've always had an extra ten pounds I couldn't get rid of. I knew I didn't look like what he was used to. I didn't know how to perform. It's not like you learn how to be a good sex partner in sex ed."

She sounded disgruntled, as if she would have signed up for training in Sexual Techniques 101 if she hadn't been unjustly denied the opportunity. Gage bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing. And did she really think some bubble-headed cheerleader from the past had given him something she failed to? How could she not know that being with the woman he loved, knowing she wanted
him
, surpassed anything else?

"You aren't too heavy." Gage cupped her breasts in his hand, luxuriating in their fullness. "You are just right."

"Thank you." She sighed. "Anyway, I didn't compare well to cheerleaders in high school. I can't even compare to how I used to look in high school now. The seventeen-year-old me didn't have cellulite."