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Somehow, she managed to fumble around enough to get her key in the lock, and because they were leaning against the door, they practically tumbled inside. Without missing a beat, Calen kicked the door shut, and in the same motion, hauled her against him. All in all, it was an amazing place to be.
The adrenaline high was still going, and that might have played into the quick escalation of their kisses, but Emmy suspected no matter what had gone on and even without the magic of the snow, the heat between them would have exploded.
Because it’d always been there.
The heat was certainly there now, and it was notching up this need she had for him. The notching was happening for Calen, too, because it didn’t take long for the touching to start. An awesome next step because Calen slid his hand between them and cupped her right breast.
He swiped his thumb over her nipple, which wasn’t hard to locate because it was hard with arousal beneath her barely there bra. Calen didn’t let his other hand stay idle, either. That one dropped to her butt, and with one clever move, he shoved her against him, aligning them in the best possible way.
There was a problem though with best possible alignments. The heat rose even more, turning need to desperation.
The battle for clothing removal started, and time seemed to matter. She pulled at his coat, then his jacket, while he went after her own coat and the zipper on her dress. Calen was clearly a lot better at this than she was because he had her down to just her underwear and heels before she’d barely started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
And then he played dirty.
He took those dirty kisses to her throat. To her breasts. Kissing her through the thin lace until the heat rushed through her from head to toe. It gathered in the center of her body, which was where Calen and his clever mouth went next. He tongue-kissed her stomach before going even lower.
Then, lower.
Her panties were apparently less than a millimeter thick because she felt every bit of his mouth. His breath. And yes, his tongue. By the time he’d given her a few of those kisses, Emmy could take no more. She was too close to a climax, and she didn’t want to take that journey without Calen.
“You’d better have a condom,” she insisted while she dropped down on her knees and went after his shirt.
Now, it was his turn to fumble around to reach his wallet. Emmy didn’t make that task easy for him. Nope. Turnabout was fair play, so once she had his shirt off, she ran her tongue from his throat, down his bare chest to his abs. The man was built.
Later, she intended to play around with all those amazing muscles, but for now, she settled for just one more bit of torture by kissing the parts of him that she unzipped. Like her nipples, one part of him was especially easy to locate, and she laughed when he cursed her.
Apparently, her attention jacked up his need to desperation as well because he helped her with his jeans. Then his boxers. And it didn’t take long before Emmy had a fully naked Calen to play with.
Calen must have wanted fully naked as well. He went after her bra and panties, shimmying them off her. Now, he used both his mouth and hands to keep touching her, to keep kissing her until that climax was shimmering all around her.
“Condom,” she repeated, dragging him to the floor.
He yanked one from his wallet, and then everything seemed to move very, very fast. He got it on in a blink, rolling on top of her.
And then into her.
Things went from very, very fast to a standstill. He stopped, just stopped, and robbed her of what breath she had with the look he gave her. Not regret. This was the hot, needy demand of a lover. It didn’t last. It was gone in a blink, because the heat was a greedy little sucker that wouldn’t be denied.
Calen started the strokes inside her, as slow as he could probably manage, considering that his own body had to be on fire. The strokes built. Harder, faster, deeper. And built. Until Emmy couldn’t have staved off that climax even if she’d wanted. She felt her body clamp around him, felt the climax slam through her, and she made sure she took Calen right along with her.
Emmy held on to him, savoring these last moments of the frenzied ride. Savoring everything about what had just happened.
“Eighteen years in the making,” she muttered. “That’s how long I’ve been secretly lusting for you.”
She smiled and let the dreamy feel of pleasure slide through her. That was how long she’d loved him, too. But thankfully, she didn’t blurt that out. Even though Calen had read the letter she’d written to proclaim her love, it was best not to muddy the waters. Especially since it might not take long for Calen to have second and third thoughts about what they’d just done.
Emmy had no doubts, none. Well, not until Calen’s phone dinged. Not a text or call. It sounded like the note of a piano key.
Cursing under his breath, Calen reached over to their pile of clothes and yanked his phone from his pocket. Then he cursed again when he saw the screen.
“That’s an alert from my security system,” he explained, already moving off her. “Someone’s broken into my house.”
Chapter Seven
This was not the way Calen wanted to cap off the night with Emmy. Or rather this very early morning with her. He especially didn’t want to arrest someone for breaking and entering, but that was what he would end up doing if the person who’d triggered his security alarm was still in his house.
A silent alarm, which meant the intruder likely didn’t know he or she had tripped anything.
