“Don’t stop. Please, Kell . . .” Oh hell, she was going to beg.
His lips dipped from hers, his tongue trailing over her jaw, before his cheek scraped against her neck. Emily couldn’t stop the shudder of reaction. The rasp of a newly growing beard sent a hard tremor racing through her as pleasure swamped her.
It was so good. So good, she moved her head, turning her neck into his cheek to feel it closer, rougher.
“Like that?” he whispered as his hands moved beneath her shirt, his fingers callused and hot on her back as his teeth suddenly scraped over her neck.
Like it? No, she didn’t like it. It was destroying her, stealing her strength and her common sense and leaving her weak beneath his touch.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Like this?” He stretched beneath her then, his hips rolling and lifting, grinding the hard ridge of his cock deeper between her thighs as fireworks ricocheted in her mind and exquisite sensation sent her reeling.
Her hands gripped his hair tighter as she fought to hold on to control. Hell, right now, she just wanted to stay conscious as his lips turned into hers again, and his hands moved, lowered and pushed beneath the snug leggings and the lacy band of her panties to cup the cheeks of her rear and squeeze.
She was a goner.
“Oh shit! Boy, was I wrong!”
Kell jackknifed beneath Emily, gripping her and jerking her to his side away from the door as his gaze sliced to the woman standing in the open doorway.
He had expected this. Before joining Emily and Kira on the patio he had contacted Ian and had him watching the front door, just on the off chance that it wasn’t Kira who decided to breach the unlocked portal later.
The other woman was staring at them in shock, her gray eyes wide and filled with startled amusement and a hint of mocking acknowledgment.
“God, I didn’t lock the door,” Emily muttered beside him, fighting to straighten her clothes as Kell rose to his feet.
“Did you forget how to knock, Ms. Porter?” he asked her lazily, noticing the understanding that filled her eyes when she recognized the tone in his voice.
“I never knock unless the door is locked.” Kira waved the question away. “Emily always leaves the door unlocked for me.”
Kell turned to stare down at Emily.
“I was a bit distracted if you’ll recall,” she muttered, the blush on her cheeks frighteningly endearing as he gazed at her.
He turned back to Kira. “The doors will be locked for now on,” he informed her. “Did you forget something?”
She cocked a hip, propped her hand on it, and watched him coolly. “Nothing in particular. I just wanted to see if Emily wanted to do a little shopping later.”
“She’ll be with me,” he answered for Emily as she rose from the couch behind him.
“He needs to go grocery shopping,” Emily snapped as she obviously regained control of herself. “Maybe some other time, Kira.”
“Grocery shopping.” Kira’s gaze raked over him. “Well, honey, one thing about it, I don’t think you have to worry about buying beef while you’re out. It looks like you have plenty in residence as it is.” She fought down her laughter as she waggled her fingers at them then turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Kell moved to the door, locked it carefully, then turned back to Emily.
“Lock the doors from now on,” he ordered.
“Of course.” She breathed in roughly then, staring around the room for long seconds before coming back to him. “That can’t happen again.”
“What can’t happen again?” he asked her suspiciously.
“On that couch.” Her hand fluttered to the furniture. “It can’t happen again.”
“Fine. We’ll go straight to the bed the next time.” There wasn’t a doubt in his mind now exactly where this was leading.
A frown snapped between her brows.