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She tasted fucking amazing. I’d missed a night of this?
I pulled away, and she blinked, dazed. I would say what I had to say, and if she kicked me out, at least I’d know. I wouldn’t have to wonder what could’ve been if I’d grabbed life by the balls and told this woman I was crazy about her.
“I’ve been doing nothing tonight but noticing how sexy you are. How good you feel in my arms. I’ve been dying to know how you taste—all over—and I’ve imagined tracing your freckles with my tongue.”
Her mouth formed anO. “I thought—”
“I know. I tried to be good. I tried to respect the boundaries, but I think I failed.”
She tilted her head and stroked a hand down my face. Her voice was a sultry purr. “I don’t recall setting any boundaries.”
Goddamn.
I lifted her and pushed all the way into the house. I kicked the door shut and claimed her mouth again. It took a few moments of feeling behind me to find the dead bolt. Once it clicked, everything was forgotten but the woman licking her hot little tongue across my lips.
The greedy way she kissed, her powerful legs around my waist, and the rocking motion she was making against what had rapidly become a demanding erection told me it was true. Emma had been overlooked. She was a nice girl, the type guys foolishly thought was boring, and they couldn’t have been more wrong.
I didn’t care if Emma worked all day and wanted to watch movies all night and never go out—if she lit up like this as soon as I touched her, I didn’t fucking care what else we did.
I tried to walk farther only to realize I had no idea where I was going. I peeled an eye open and spotted the couch in the dark. Making my way through the entry, I only spared enough brain cells to get to my destination without tripping.
When I was close enough to the couch, I broke the connection between our mouths and kissed my way down her neck. “Emma,” I said as I licked along the salty-sweet skin of her throat. “I’m having a hard time being a gentleman right now.”
“Well, stop trying,” she gasped.
Yes. I lowered to my knees and set her ass on the edge of the couch. “Sweet Emma’s wish is about to be fulfilled.”
Her hair had gotten mussed already and a spark of pride glowed inside me. My new goal was to make put-together, nice little Emma lose her damn mind. I held her gaze while I drew the straps of her dress and bra down far enough to expose the tops of her creamy tits. My dick throbbed behind the fly of my pants, but I refused to rush this. I’d take my time and play and thoroughly drive Miss Emma wild.
Her legs were loosely locked around me, but she loosened her hold when I bent and kissed along the edge of her bra. I didn’t bother with hooks or getting her dress off. All I needed was to free her tits.
I pulled the cups down, andfuck me. Rosy, tight nipples poked out like a damn invitation, one I wasn’t going to ignore. When I wrapped my mouth around one hot bud, she moaned and arched into me.
I released and let my breath waft over the wet tip. “You like that?”
“Yes.” She sounded so needy. Perfect.
I drew the other peak into my mouth and circled the puckered bud with my tongue.
“God, Kiernan. I need more of that.”
“You’ll get it.” I blew across the tip and enjoyed the way she shivered.
I unhooked her feet from around me and propped them at the edge of the couch. She was open, but she wasn’t bared. The skirt of her dress had fallen between her legs, but she probably had underwear on too. Neither of which were obstacles.
I flipped the fabric out of my way to find a lacy pair of beige underwear, just like her bra. The same color as her skin so they wouldn’t be visible under her dress. The illusion of nudity almost did me in. She probably thought they were plain undergarments, but if I kept looking at them, I would explode and make a mess in my pants. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever done that.
There would be no hurried removal of underwear. I didn’t know how much time I’d get with Emma before I moved, but I was going to take everything tonight. She said she didn’t have to work the next day, and neither did I. Maybe she’d let me find out just how much I could fuck in a weekend.
Slowly, I ran my hands down her inner thighs and pressed her legs to the side. Her breathing quickened, and my smile felt downright predatory.
“I’ve been wondering all night, Emma…” My voice was a growl.
Hers was breathy. “About what?”
“About how good you’d feel everywhere.” I paused and palmed a breast, massaging and rolling the nipple between my thumb and finger. “How you’d taste. Are you sweet? Salty?”
She stiffened. “Shit. I’ve been dancing all night. Maybe I should clean up.” She tensed like she was going to jump over me and sprint for the bathroom.
