Page 24 of Wrecked With You

He told himself that it was the alcohol driving his lust. Either that or the need to seem confident in this woman’s body by the time they reached the resort.

Both of those excuses were true, yet neither was the full truth. There was something compelling about Emma. Something he wasn’t prepared to examine too closely. Not just yet.

Her skin, though…

That he would happily examine. As she closed the brochure and shut her eyes, he reached over and trailed his fingertip lightly over the skin right at the hemline of her skirt. He waited for her to open her eyes and look at him, but she didn’t. She did, however, smile as she uncrossed her legs, spreading them just enough to part her thighs.

His body warmed, and he eased his hand up higher, pushing the skirt as he went until he could see the crotch of her pale pink panties. “Take them off,” he whispered.

Her eyes opened into slits. “You want them off, you take them off.”

He raised a brow. “Disobeying me? At the rates I’m paying, I expect complete obedience.”

For a moment, she only stared, then she very slowly dragged her teeth over her lower lip. “Of course, sir,” she said, in the kind of voice meant to make a man hard. It worked. And, interestingly, he also noticed the press of her now-tight nipples against the cupcake T-shirt.

She lifted her ass a few inches out of the seat, then eased up the skirt, fully revealing the tiny silk panties. His breath hitched, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest as those cool eyes looked at him with unusual heat.

And then she slowly wiggled her hips as she eased her panties down, giving him a view of her pale skin and pussy, smooth except for a narrow landing strip. She lifted a brow, then handed them to him. The silk was warm from contact with her body, and he bunched them in his hand, lifted them to his nose, and breathed in the scent of her arousal. “You’re turned on.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be?”

“You are,” he admitted. “The question is, what should I do about it?”

She cocked her head, then spread her legs wider. “I’m sure you’ll think of something. Sir.”

Oh, holy fuck. He might be the one supposedly doling out the cash and running the show, but Emma had his cock wrapped right around her little finger.

“Are you wearing a bra?” He could tell by looking that she wasn’t, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“No.”

“I can tell. Your nipples are hard. I can see them against that shirt. Is that what you want? For me to eat you?”

She moaned softly. “I think that would be just fine.”

“Be good, and we’ll see.” He traced his fingertip back and forth along her inner thigh, never coming closer than three inches to her pussy. He watched in the dim light. Seeing her body respond. Knowing she was getting wetter, hotter.

Slowly, he trailed his fingertip along the crease between her thigh and her torso, his other hand stroking his cock, hard inside his jeans. She bit her lip and made the kind of whimpering sound that he wouldn’t have expected from a woman with the kind of hardened resume that Emma had.

The dichotomy of exceptional operative and needy woman made him want to sink inside her. To own her. It would be so easy. Just tug her onto his lap. Watch her eyes as she rode him.

Christ, he wanted that. But not yet, he told himself. Not just yet.

Instead, he wanted to make her melt. He wanted to take her to the edge.

He wanted her to beg, and not only because he knew that in the end the anticipation would make the pleasure that much more intense for her, but because he wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he could. She’d put herself in his hands. He intended to make very, very clear that she’d made the absolute right decision.

“Slide your hands under your shirt,” he ordered. “Close your eyes and play with your nipples.”

“Tony—”

“Did I say you could talk?”

She hesitated, but she complied. Her neck arched back, her hands disappeared under that goofy cupcake. And, oh yes, she spread her legs wider without him even having to ask.

“Now that is a very pretty picture,” he said, then sucked on his finger, getting it wet before lightly teasing her vulva, first stroking her labia, then listening to her suck in a sharp breath as he brushed lightly over the hard nub of her clit. She was swollen and ready and it took all of his willpower not to chuck whatever loose plans were in his head and fuck her right there. Why the hell not? Everyone else in the plane seemed to be.

Except this wasn’t about instant gratification. This was about—