Then he kissed her. He covered the lips of her pussy with his lips, and gave her a kiss that nearly destroyed her.
The rasp of his short growth of beard sizzled across her flesh. The slightly rough rasp of his tongue, the flickering flames of sensation that crashed through her womb, drew her body tight.
“Oh God. Kell. Kell.” Her head was swimming as his lips placed light, sucking kisses around her clit, over it, then down, drawing the swollen folds of her pussy between his lips and kissing them with heated fervor.
Lightning crashed inside her body, her mind. Brilliant pinpoints of light clashed and exploded behind her closed eyelids as she began to shake.
“Kell—so good. So good.”
He licked again, painting the entrance to the tormented channel with heated licks and fiery sensation. Dazed pleasure filled her, the world narrowed itself to nothing but Kell’s touch, to his mouth, his tongue. To the incredible sensations racing through her with a speed that had her gasping for breath.
She was racing toward something. Something she had only read about, only dreamed about. Something she had never believed she would experience.
Panting for breath, she tried to move her hips against his tongue, tried to reach the pinnacle of pleasure she could feel waiting for her. But Kell’s hands were firm now, demanding. They gripped her hips and held her in place, restraining her above him as he drove her rapidly insane with each kiss, each lick.
One hand clenched in his hair, the other in the back cushion of the couch, as she titled her head back, forcing her eyes open. He chose that moment to press his tongue inside her.
One hard thrust, a rapid lick and another thrust, and Emily was screaming. It was too much. Flames tore through her body as she felt something tear free in her soul. Sensation and emotion wrapped around her, strung her tight, then shot her rapidly through an ecstasy so intense, so violent, that every muscle in her body began to tremble in response.
It was so good. Too good. It brought tears to her eyes as her wailing cries echoed around her. And he didn’t stop. He licked and groaned against her flesh, continuing to consume the soft flow of her release as she wilted over him, too weak, too confused by the dazed pleasure, to hold herself up any longer.
“There, sweet sugar,” he crooned as he lifted her, supporting her weight as he rose, letting her slide down his chest as his arms wrapped around her.
Emily whimpered as she found herself lying back on the couch, Kell rising between her thighs as he ripped the remainder of her pants from her body.
“I’ll buy you more,” he promised as he tossed the scraps of material to the floor. “I need to see you. Naked and wild beneath me.”
His hands gripped the edge of her shirt, pulling it quickly from her body and sending it the way of the torn Capris as he stared down at her fiercely. His gaze seared her as his large, warm hands settled at her stomach, then smoothed up to the swollen mounds of her lace-covered breasts.
Disposing of her bra took only seconds. A flick of his fingers at the front clasp and he peeled it from the swollen, sensitive mounds with a growl of pleasure.
Callused fingers cupped the curves, weighed them, tormented them as his thumbs rasped over the painfully hard nipples.
Catching her breath was impossible. Emily had never felt such pleasure, had never known such intensity of sensation. It spasmed through her womb, exploded in her bloodstream, and left her helpless beneath the driving ache that invaded her system.
A grimace of hunger creased Kell’s expression. His green eyes were dark, emerald fire blazing in the depths as he gazed at her.
“So damned pretty,” he snarled.
He pushed his jeans lower on his hips, one hand gripping the shaft of his cock as he began to lower himself to her.
She couldn’t protest. She knew she should protest. She knew she should be screaming out at him to stop, to think, but it was so good. So hot and desperate and filled with the sound of “Hells Bells.”
They both froze.
Emily’s gaze jerked to the cell phone still hanging at the band of his jeans as a curse ripped past his lips.
“Hells Bells” echoed around them again as he jerked it from the holder and flipped it open.
“Senator. How can I help you?”
Emily stared back at Kell with a sense of horror. Her gaze went from the hard stalk of his erection poised only inches from her flesh then snapped back to his gaze. There was mocking amusement there, and wry acceptance.
She began to pull herself back together, sitting up on the couch as she fumbled for the shirt on the floor and then jerked it over her head.
She felt adrift. As though something had torn her from an unconscious tether and now she was fighting to recover her balance. Dragging herself from the couch, she pushed her fingers restlessly through her hair and watched him as he spoke to her father.
His voice was quiet, not so much as hint of his earlier passion shading it, as he rose from the couch, fixed his jeans, and discussed a party she was required to attend the next day.