He grasped her wrist and jerked away from her touch with a growl.
She pouted. It was childish but alluring, and he kissed her bottom lip. “If you do that, I’ll finish before I’m ready,” he said.
“I have a hard time believing you have that little self-control.”
“Only with you.”
*
EVERY CARESS WAS Anew sensation to Emily. It didn’t matter if she’d been touched somewhere before, it was different this time. He lowered her onto the bed, then licked a line along her collarbone, down her chest, and over her breasts, to drag a nipple into his mouth. She squirmed under the attention, need throbbing between her legs, slippery and anxious.
When he saidI love you, she thought her heart might explode. Which was cliché, but she didn’t care. She’d been on the cusp of falling for him for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to think the words, because of Antonio’s baggage. When he made the confession, truth rang through his voice.
He sucked and scraped his teeth along the swollen nub on her chest, undoing her jeans at the same time. There was a tenderness to each movement, despite the frenzied desire to remove everything keeping them from feeling each other. It terrified the hell out of her, and she loved every minute of it.
He dragged her jeans and panties off, then kissed along the inside of her thigh on his way back up. When he glided his tongue up her slit, she arched her back in pleasure, pressing into his face.
“I was promised magic fingers,” she managed between gasps for air.
“Are you complaining?” His mouth vibrated against her labia when he spoke, teasing her.
“Definitely not.”
He finally reached her clit and sucked on it, then flicked his tongue over the tender bud. He kept up the attention for several minutes, driving her to the edge of orgasm and leaving her head in the clouds, as all the blood and oxygen rushed to other parts of her body. She gripped his short strands of hair, needing something to hold onto, and he increased his speed.
“Please, let me come?” she whimpered.
He glided two fingers inside her, hooked them up, and hit her G-spot. Climax spilled through her, and she cried out, grinding into his face and falling into his touch until it was too much.
He eased back, and she shuddered with pleasure. Tingles raced through her limbs, and her legs refused to respond. He moved his mouth back up her stomach, over her chest, and to her lips. She dove into the taste of her plus him. It was official—his kisses were one of the most delicious things she’d ever had.
“You’re beautiful.” He leaned over her, looking down.
Regardless of the fact she lay naked in front of him and the two of them had done things with Justin that would make a Play Girl editor blush, the simple compliment made her feel exposed and vulnerable. “Thank you.”
She reached for him again, found his erection, and traced its outline through denim. He pulled away with a throaty laugh. “You’re not satisfied?”
“You were—are—amazing. I’m thinking about you.”
He stood and stripped off his jeans. His cock sprung to attention, and he wrapped one hand around the shaft, gaze lingering on her body. “Not that I mind you thinking about me, but I’d rather you enjoy this too.”
“I will. I don’t doubt it for a second.”
He knelt next to her, then flopped back on the mattress with a groan. “Fuck.”
“That’s the point.” She propped herself up to look at him.
He shook his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”
She raised her brows in disbelief. “That’s not like you—not planning well.”
“I wasn’t really planning. I got as far as confessing my love and didn’t dare think beyond that point.”
She fell onto her back and pointed toward her bathroom. “Box. Top drawer. You might not have had expectations, but I’ve been hoping pretty much since we got here.”
“You are brilliant and sexy and scary.” He gave her a quick kiss, then stood and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged seconds later, rolling the protection on, and nudged her thighs apart with his knee.
One hand next to her head, to support his weight, he teased her opening with his cock. She swore he slid inside a millimeter at a time. The slow penetration built a dam of tension. He locked his gaze on hers, as he increased the pace, building from a gentle rock to a steady rhythm.