“You should have given her details,” he said then.
“Details?” Emily backed away from him despite the fact that he hadn’t moved. “What kind of details did you want me to give her?”
“Do you know where I would lay the perfect love bite?” he asked softly, moving then, pacing closer to her as she felt her breath slam out of her lungs.
“Where?” The question was breathless, filled with an awareness of the sexual animal suddenly pacing ever closer.
She felt stalked. Her virginity was on the endangered species list and the ultimate hunter was now stalking it relentlessly.
It was too sexy.
It was too dangerous.
He stopped in front of her, staring down at her breasts as they rose and fell harshly, her nipples spike hard and pressing against the thin material of the sleep shirt that asked “Am I awake yet?”
“Should I tell you, or show you?”
Show me. Show me.
“Telling me would work fine.” She stepped back again, only to come up against the low arm of the couch and the realization that he had very neatly maneuvered her into it.
“I’d rather show you.” His head lowered.
Emily whimpered.
She stared into the dark emerald of his eyes, mesmerized, watching as lust, hot and wicked, filled them and she felt herself sinking beneath a wave of sensual, sexual excitement.
The wave became a fury of pleasure a second later. His lips touched hers, a sipping kiss that had her hands reaching for him, suddenly desperate for more. She couldn’t imagine feeling no more than this whisper of ecstasy.
His lips were perfect for kissing. Like rough velvet stroking over hers a second before his tongue licked over her curves and his teeth nipped at the bottom curve.
“Are you going to open for me?” he asked as his hands settled firmly on her hips. “Or do I have to take it?”
Excitement tore a path of destruction along her senses as she flinched beneath the whiplash of sensual heat.
Emily inhaled roughly. “If you have to ask for it, then you don’t need it. Do you?”
Mistake!
No sooner had the words left her lips than her senses were screaming. With a hungry growl he took her kiss. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue whispering past them, licking at them, driving her crazy with the need to touch it as she felt him jerk her against him.
The next instant the world was tilted. She found herself stretched above him, one hand dragging one of her thighs over his as the other tangled in her hair and held her to him.
Oh God. She was straddling him. She could feel his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her as his lips and tongue destroyed her mind.
Her hands were buried in his hair, holding him to her, trying to devour him as pleasure became a force she couldn’t fight.
She had always fought before. She knew how to fight sexual desire. She knew how to fight attraction to her bodyguards and her father’s potential grandchild donors. But she couldn’t fight this.
She felt his hand move from her hip, dragging her nightshirt up her body, but she couldn’t stop him. She was too busy trying to hold on to that kiss.
Lips that eased back and forced her to follow. That slanted over hers and dragged a hungry cry from her throat. Lips she couldn’t stand the thought of never kissing again.
His kiss was a firestorm, burning away objections and suspicions and leaving her adrift within the most pleasure she could have ever imagined.
She had never known pleasure this good. This hot. This dominating despite the fact that she was on top. Wasn’t she supposed to be in control?
“There, sugar,” he whispered against her lips as he drew back again, forcing her to open her eyes as she nipped back at his lips in retaliation.