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I blink and open my mouth like a goldfish gasping for air until an answer pops out. “I’m not a screamer.”
One corner of his mouth slides up. “You will be.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Dex
Emily couldn’t have chosen a betteroutfit to drive me out of my mind. The deep, sexy “V” of her blouse edged with black lace allows a glimpse of her skin if she turns just the right way. A flash of bright pink under the black lace also teases the hell out of me.
She’s still speechless. Too bad she doesn’t realize what she’s gotten herself into. Fucking her until she screams my name is only the tip of the iceberg of filthy ideas in my head.
I back up and give her some room, moving to the sink to wash my hands. Riding gloves always leave me feeling grimy and I’m dying to put my hands all over every inch of Emily’s soft, perfect skin.
She stands so close our elbows bump together. When I shut off the water, she hands me a paper towel.
“That’s better.” I toss the towel in the trash and reach for her again. “Come here.”
The corners of her mouth twitch and she backs up a few steps. “Come where?”
On my face, dick, fingers, I really don’t care.
I pull her close again, lightly gripping her chin and tilting her head back. She stares up at me, breathing hard. I lean down, fusing my mouth to hers, stealing kisses like a starving man.
Like a match set to dynamite, she blazes to life, curling her arms around my neck. Sliding both hands from her waist to her ass, I lift her in my arms. She hugs me tighter, kisses harder.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper against her lips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
My cock’s painfully trapped behind my fly and Emily rubbing herself up against me only increases the agony. The walk out of the kitchen is painful and clumsy as she keeps kissing me and I try not to bang us into walls or furniture.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I rasp, dragging my mouth away from hers.
“Upstairs.”
Of course it is.
Icouldcarry her up the stairs but I don’t want to risk dropping her. No delays. And I couldn’t stand it if I hurt her. I set her on the bottom step and with my hands at her waist, turn her around.
“Show me the way.”
She reaches for my hand, closing her soft fingers around mine, then turns and heads up the stairs. Yeah, this view was definitely worth letting go of her. I want to sink my teeth into her ass.
“I like these jeans on you,” I say.
“Libby says they’re out of style.”
I snort with laughter. “I like your style.” Hell, I like every last thing about her.
She leads me into a room near the top of the stairs. It’s too dark to make out many details. And I’m not exactly concerned about the decor at the moment.
She picks up a little rectangle, presses a button, and three candles flare to life. Enough light to see where I’m going.
With quick, eager steps she crosses the room to curtains covering a large window. Orienting myself, I figure it must look out at the side yard. But she doesn’t open the curtains for the view. She bends over and flicks a switch. A shower of tiny white lights twinkles against a backdrop of silvery fabric.
“Serena got me into all these little lights and stuff,” Emily says, shrugging and wringing her hands. As if she expects me to criticize her lighting choices.
“I like it.” I reach behind me and nudge the bedroom door closed. Her whole bed somehow stands between us. “What are you doing all the way over there?” I ask.
She leans over and touches something on a small desk near the window. “I wanted to show you the flowers.”
