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His mouth crashed down on hers, and Emily stopped thinking.
Just literally upped and stopped thinking.One second, her brain ran its usual background chatter—holy shit, we locked the door… this is insane… is he going to—and then his tongue slid against hers and everything just...went quiet.
She made a sound.Something needy, a whimper, her hands fisting in the leather of his jacket, dragging him closer.
God, he was sobig, a wall of heat and muscle blocking out the rest of the universe.
Good.She didn't want the rest of the universe right now.
He cupped the back of her neck and tilted her head, and the kiss went from desperate to devastating.He kissed like he was trying to memorize her, like this might be the only chance he'd ever get.Which, a distant part of her brain noted, might actually be true.
She told that part to shut up and bit his lower lip.
He groaned.The sound rumbled through his chest and straight down her spine, pooling hot and liquid between her thighs.His hips pressed forward and?—
Oh…Oh.My.God.
She felt him through the leather.Hard and thick, pressed against her stomach.Her brain helpfully supplied the information that Lathar was proportional and he was seven feet tall and?—
"Raaevik."His name came out strangled.
"I know."He walked her backward.Not asking, just moving her, one hand still tangled in her hair and the other splayed across her lower back.Her feet slipped on the polished floor, but it didn't matter.He had her.Held safe against the larger, harder heat of his body."I know."
Her back hit the mirror.
The glass was cold compared to the heat of his body.The contrast made her gasp, and she arched into him.The music still played, that stupid formal arrangement swelling around them.
She yanked at his jacket."Off.Take this off."
He pulled back just far enough to tear at it, and she used the space to drag her practice top over her head.No bra underneath, and the cool air hit her bare skin a half-second before his hands did.
His palms were callused.Rough and warm, they slid up her ribs to cup her breasts.A perfect fit, like they were made for his hands.His thumbs dragged across her nipples, and she sucked in a breath, her head falling back against the mirror.
“Oh fuck," she whispered.
He made a sound that wasn't quite a word as his mouth found her throat, then down to explore the line of her collarbone… the curve of her breast.He kissed as if he were worshipping her.Like she was something precious he'd been denied his whole life.
She grabbed his hair.Those pale braids she'd been watching for days, wanting to touch, and now they slid through her fingers like silk as she pulled him closer.His teeth grazed her nipple, and she gasped, hips jerking forward against nothing.
"More."She didn't recognize her own voice."I need?—"
He dropped to his knees, hooking his hands into the waistband of her pants and dragging them down her thighs, taking her underwear with them.This was his breath hot against her hip as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.
"Oh god."When had she started shaking?"Raaevik, you don't have to?—"
He looked up at her, his violet eyes burning.“Oh.I do.I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I saw you."
Then his mouth was on her, and nothing mattered but the slide of his tongue as he found her clit and circled it, slow and deliberate.She cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase against the mirror behind her.Pleasure coursed through her.
Oh god, she was going to die.Absolutely going to die right here in this dance studio with her leg over an alien warrior's shoulder, and honestly?Not the worst way to go.
"Please—" She didn't know what she was asking for."Please, I can't?—"
He added a finger.Slid it inside her while his tongue kept working, and the dual sensation made her see stars as the pressure built and built and?—
The orgasm crashed through her, wave after wave, and he didn't stop.Kept his mouth on her, working her through it until she gasped, oversensitive, her legs threatening to give out.
