I framed her face with one hand. “I’m not going to leave you.”
Her eyelids lowered, and her tongue slipped out to swipe over her lips. “Again.”
“I’m staying here. With you.Foryou, Emma. I’m not going to run away again, babe.”
She lifted her face. “Now tell me again . . . but don’t use words this time.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. Reaching down, I lifted Emma up to my lap, angling her head so that it rested in the crook of my elbow. With my fingers on her chin, I coaxed her to tip her mouth to me.
The last time I’d kissed Emma had been the night we’d celebrated the publication of her study about ventilators and acupuncture. We’d had champagne, and I’d been giddy enough to breach the walls she’d kept up since I’d returned from Slovenia. But that night, Noah had still been in the picture. Oh, they hadn’t been dating yet, but I’d known the direction he was heading. That kiss had been stolen, a moment of time that couldn’t go anywhere.
But tonight, everything was different. Tonight, it was just the two of us, and I didn’t plan to stop kissing Emma—to stop touching her, showing her in every way I could how I felt—until we were both exhausted and convinced.
Her lips opened for me right away, and her tongue sought mine. With a groan, I sank into the kiss, pouring into her everything I couldn’t convey with words. She arched her neck, making a small noise that urged me on.
I was greedy for her, burning up with the need to touch her everywhere at once. Even as my mouth continued plundering hers, my hand wandered down to find her breast, palming its weight before I curled my fingers under the neckline of her camisole and tugged. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt, and her boob popped free, her nipple already shriveled and hard. I circled the rosy tip with one finger and pinched it, enjoying the way Emma writhed and wriggled under my touch.
“Need to taste you,” I mumbled, trailing kisses down her neck. “I need to have my fucking mouth all over you now, babe.” I lifted her breast to my waiting mouth, sucking the nipple hard, the way I knew made her absolutely insane with need.
“God, more,” Emma begged. “Give me more, Deacon. Suck it harder. Oh, God, I missed your mouth on me. So much.”
Her words only enflamed me more, driving me into a blind passion that could only fathom pleasure and touch and need. I dragged down the other side of her shirt and laved her other nipple, moving my mouth back and forth from one tit to the other.
Emma’s hand groped down the front of my body, pausing when she reached the button of my shorts. Her fingers fumbled there, trying to undo my pants, but it wasn’t an easy job when her other hand was trapped between her body and mine.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she groaned. “Help me out here, Deacon. I need to feel you. I want to wrap my hand around you. I want you in my mouth.”
I knocked her hand out of the way and managed to get my pants unbuttoned and unzipped in record time. Holding onto Emma, pressing her tight against me, I lifted up enough to get rid of the shorts and my boxers, kicking them away. While I was at it, I grasped the back of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head.
“Should we . . . bedroom?” Emma licked her lips, her eyes fastened on my cock as she circled the shaft with her fingers.
“Next time,” I muttered. “I can’t wait now. I want you so damn bad, babe. I want to have my mouth on you, and I want to be inside you. I want to taste you when you come the first time, and I want to feel you around my dick when you come again.”
“Yes. Please.” She wiggled. “Pull up my skirt.”
I was eager to do as she’d requested, easing the material out of my way. I slid out from under Emma, letting her drop onto the sofa, and I sat between her legs. Dragging her to the edge of the cushion, I knelt on the floor and spread her open wide.
“Let me make you feel good, baby. Give me everything.” I brushed my hand over her stomach. “I’m never going to leave you again, Emma. I promise.”
Her panties, some kind of little silk and lace number, were all that stood between me and paradise. I didn’t let them slow me down; I covered her sweet pussy with my mouth, thoroughly wetting the material, using the extra friction to make her moan.
And then they were only in my way, and I needed them gone. Wrapping my fingers around the barrier, I ripped them off, sparing her only a passing glance.
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
Her breathless laughter transformed into a strangled cry of wanton pleasure when I licked her with the flat of my tongue before circling her clit with my lips, drawing out the small button of nerves and sucking on it until Emma was lifting her hips, restlessly seeking the torture I was bringing.
“You need to come, babe?” I crooned, nuzzling her tender flesh. “Is that what you need?”
“Yeeeees,” she cried. “Use your fingers and your mouth. I’m going to die here.”
“Not on my watch, baby.” I pushed two fingers into her, pumping slowly before picking up speed. “Come for me now, Emma. Let me taste you giving it all to me.”
She gave a growl of frustration, and I knew she needed a little more to push her over the edge. Brushing my mouth across her silken folds, I raised my voice.
“Emma. Look at me. Watch me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted, her chest moving up and down as she panted.
