The Tycoon's Misunderstood Bride by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

into her tight heat and made her cry!
     
    “Emma, don’t,” he said roughly, feeling like a complete ass, not only for hurting her but also because he still wanted desperately to bury himself deeper inside her.  He wanted to lose himself in her softness and hear her cry out as she climaxed around him as well.  These conflicting emotions didn’t sit well with him.  He wasn’t the emotional type, he reminded himself.  His ex-lovers had complained about his lack of emotional connection and here he was, trying to make love to a woman while at the same time ease her sadness, not doing a very good job of either at the moment . 
     
    She reached up with one hand, gently holding his shoulder as she tried to shift her hips to make herself more comfortable.  Unfortunately, that shift did things to him that he shouldn’t want.  Not right now. 
     
    “Emma, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.”
     
    She forced a nod and smiled tentatively up at him.  “I understand.  But…” she shifted again and Jason gritted his teeth tightly, “if you wouldn’t mind, are you….finished?  I know that some women just don’t…you know…enjoy this part of the activity and I guess…”
     
    He covered her mouth with his hands, his chest constricting painfully.  “Stop, Emma.  You’re going to be fine.”  If he could ever get her past this pain, he thought to himself with grim determination.  “Just hang on and let me know when you don’t feel the pain any longer.”
     
    She bit her lower lip in that cute, endearing way and his eyes followed her movement.  “Don’t do that, Emma,” he growled and bent down to tenderly touch her lips with his, forcing her teeth to release her lower lip.
     
    “Why?”
     
    He chuckled and rolled his eyes.  “Because it turns me on and I’m working extremely hard at not moving inside you until you feel better but if you continue to look at me that way, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”
     
    She started to bite her lip, then stopped.  Her eyes moved to his and her hands gripped his shoulders.  “Okay.  I can do this,” she said.
     
    Jason almost laughed at her grim determination.  He couldn’t believe how cute she was, and yet still so sexy he wanted to lift her into his arms and do all sorts of naughty things to her delectable body.  “Tell me to stop if anything hurts,” he commanded and moved just ever so slightly. 
     
    Emma was startled when he moved.  Even the small movement sent a thrill up her body and caused a gasp to escape from her lips. 
     
    “Be tter?” he asked and watched as he moved again, experimenting slightly. 
     
    She shifted again and Jason moved his hands down to her hips, keeping her still.  “Don’t move like that!” he ground out. 
     
    “Why?” she asked softly and did it again despite his hand trying to hold her still. 
     
    “Because…”
     
    “It feels much better when I move, Jason,” she said as he moved inside her.  “Yes,” she sighed.  “Just like that.”
     
    Jason wasn’t immune to her movements or the blissful expression on her lovely features.  He moved again, judging how sore she was and, when she didn’t have a problem, he moved more, sliding farther out, then coming all the way back in. 
     
    Emma held on more tightly, her mouth falling open as she lifted her legs and was surprised when the feelings increased.  She also liked the way Jason groaned so she moved again, taking him deeper. 
     
    Within moments, Jason was back in control, his hands moving her hips higher, his body pressing carefully into hers and increasing the pace, judging her response by the way her face moved.  He was holding onto his control with a very fine thread, not sure how much longer he had so he reached down with his hand and caressed her gently.  Initially she tried to pull his hand away but he wasn’t having any of that.  He moved against her, pressing his fingers against her swollen flesh and