Full Bloom

had come through the door and found Damon Morrell trying to assault Emily.
    "Emily, honey, Emily, I want you so much. So sweet. So beautifully sweet. You're so soft and delicate. I'll take care of you. I'll be so gentle with you. I swear it." The words tumbled out of him as he explored her mouth. Jacob was only half aware of what he was saying. He only knew he wanted to reassure her and remove any lingering doubts she might have about giving herself to him.
    Emily smiled up at him, a soft, shimmering smile that was radiant with her passion. "I trust you, Jacob. And I want you very much." Her fingertips trembled in his hair.
    Jacob thought he would sink beneath the sensuous waves of that smile. Instead he tightened his hold on Emily and deepened the kiss into one of throbbing intimacy. He could taste her now as she willingly opened her mouth for him and he was intoxicated by the essence of her. His hands shook slightly as he removed her glasses and put them down on a nearby table. Then he began to undress her.
    Emily did not try to resist him. She seemed shyly eager to be rid of her clothing. She was already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He carefully lifted the top of her black-and-white outfit over her head. When he saw the dainty scraps of silk that barely shielded her breasts he thought he would lose control then and there, and the realization shook him. The last time he had come this close to the edge with a woman had been the first time he had kissed Emily two years ago. That night he had fought an internal battle for control and he had won. It had cost him dearly, but he had won.
    Tonight he did not have to wage war with himself. Tonight Emily would be his.
    "You're going to drive me out of my mind," Jacob whispered as he struggled briefly with the catch of her tiny bra. He leaned his forehead against hers and watched as the silk fell away to reveal her breasts. She was a small woman, but beautifully shaped, he thought, half dazed. Her breasts were round and full and tipped with rosy nipples that were already budding into full flower. "You've been driving me out of my mind for the past two years. Did you know that?"
    "Ah, Jacob, Jacob, I didn't know it would be like this. I've wanted you for so long." Emily managed to push his shirt off his shoulders, and then she leaned her head against his chest, savoring his heat.
    Jacob twisted his fingers in her hair and lifted the thick, dark mass away from the back of her neck. He bent his head and kissed her nape. "Two years ago everything was wrong for us," he muttered. "But this time around, it's going to be different. This time around it's going to be right." He touched one of her nipples with his thumb, and a waterfall of satisfaction and excitement went through him as the tip of her breast grew taut. "It's going to be perfect."
    He picked her up and went down on one knee and then he settled her gently on the thick white carpet.
    A moment later Jacob's own clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. He lowered himself beside Emily and drew a questing fingertip down between her breasts to the gentle curve of her stomach. When he encountered the obstruction of her panty hose, he slid his hand under the nylon and swept the garment away.
    She was totally nude at last, and Jacob felt almost light-headed as he drank in the sight of her. He stroked her, reveling in the feel of her soft skin and the way she arched beneath his hand.
    "Jacob."
    She said his name as if she were begging him for something. Jacob kissed her heavily, trying to tell her without words that he wanted to give her everything. He felt her palms glide over his bare back, shaping the contours of his shoulders and then sliding down the long muscles to his buttocks. The gentle exploration made him almost wild with desire.
    "I wanted to make this first time between us last, but you've already got me to the edge, sweetheart," he told her hoarsely. "Put your arms around me and tell me again how much you want me."
    "I want you, Jacob."
    "Emily.
Emily
." He slid his hand down into the warmth between her legs. The liquid fire in her was dazzling. Jacob parted her thighs, desperate to bury himself within her and let her consume him even as he claimed her. She trembled slightly as he began to fit the rigid shaft of his manhood to her softness. She was so small and delicate. Jacob swore under his breath, furious with his own leaping need. "I'm going too fast," he gasped, his fingers digging into her