Emery did.
She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, and when she ground herself against me, my hands went naturally to her waist to encourage her to do it again. Our clothes were still on, but the way she rubbed against me, simulating what we planned to do . . . it made me insane with lust.
Our mouths stayed connected as my fingers walked up her back and searched for the zipper to her dress. I wanted her naked. I needed her tits in my hands, my teeth teasing her nipples. My tongue filled her mouth as I peeled the back of her dress open, but she had to break the kiss to sit upright on me. I watched as she grabbed the bottom hem and lift it in one big swoop, pulling her dress off. It was tossed aside, and then her black bra was undone and thrown on top of the pile.
Blood thundered in my veins, rushing to my dick as her breasts were freed. I reached out to cup them in my hands, but that wasn’t what Emery wanted. She put her palms against mine, laced our fingers together, and pushed our hands down until they were pinned on either side of my head.
Hot.
I preferred to be the one in charge, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about her aggression. She could manhandle or have her way with me anytime she liked, as far as I was concerned. Her mouth crushed over mine and her tongue plunged in my mouth, pumping more heat into my body.
Our kiss was rough and urgent. When it ended, she climbed off to kneel beside me and shimmied out of her black panties, like she was in a rush to get naked. She glared at my shirt, irritated it existed, and then uttered the phrase I’d said to her so many times before.
“Take off your clothes.”
If I wasn’t dying for her, I would have shot back a smartass remark and teased her about being patient. But I was dying for her, so my fingers raced over the buttons of my shirt to undo them. She seized on my belt, and then the button and zipper beneath.
I didn’t hide my excitement in my voice. “You’re so fucking eager.”
She hesitated and glanced at me sideways. “You’re saying you’re not?”
It drew a short laugh from me as I sat up, yanked my arms out of my sleeves, and threw my shirt on top of her dress. I ticked my head toward my lap and my erection that was splitting my fly open. “I think it’s pretty obvious how eager I am.”
I went to take my watch off, only to discover it missing, and my momentary confusion faded when I discovered it clasped to her wrist.
“Oh, sorry.” A sheepish smile flashed across her lips. “I needed to borrow your watch.”
When had she taken it off me? Probably when she’d pressed my hands above my head and kissed me. She’d stolen my watch and my focus, and I was beginning to wonder if she’d stolen something much bigger, something I’d never given away before.
She was determined to get me as naked as she was, so when she grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled, I lifted my hips. She jerked the fabric, heavy from my undone belt, down my thighs, which made the contents of my pocket spill out onto the mattress beside her. My wallet, my phone, and a black foil packet that her gaze zeroed in on.
I watched the bob of her throat as she swallowed, and she picked up the condom by the wrapper’s edge. She wasn’t nervous, though; this was something different. She was considering something.
“If . . . uh,” she started, “you wanted to forget about the condom, I’m okay with that.” She took in a breath. “I’m on the pill, and neither of us has been with anyone else in a while. But if you want to use it, I’m totally okay with that too.”
I paused.
My father had lectured me and Royce repeatedly that unprotected sex was the fastest way to disappoint him and screw up our lives. A lot of women only saw dollar signs when they looked at a Hale man, and he’d already made up his mind that Emery was using me.
But she wasn’t.
I trusted her, and . . . dear God, did I want this. The idea of being with her with nothing between us was too tempting to resist. I plunked the packet from her fingers, tossed it away, and threaded my fingers through her silky hair, drawing her back to me.
Our kiss was hungry and intense. My heart sped along as it tried to keep up with the fire building between us, the one that dampened my temples and the back of my neck with sweat. I kicked off the pants and underwear around my knees and tried to get her to climb back on top of me, but she had other plans.