Done talking, he urged her onto the bed and climbed between her legs. He cupped her breasts, muttered another string of profanity, and tweaked her nipples. Transported by delight, Emily arched her back in invitation. It was all the provocation he needed. Michael captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. She didn’t think she’d ever been with a man who made her feel so good and so pretty. He continued to minister to her breasts. Every time he came up for air, it was on a hushed expletive. He must have exhausted the canon by now but she didn’t complain. She loved making him curse in wonder.
Beset with a hunger she’d never known, Emily moved her hands toward his perfect backside and lifted her hips. Her silent plea got his attention.
Michael raised his head. His eyes had gone black with need and his mouth hung open. She took the opportunity to push him onto his back and clambered atop him. Grinding down, her pelvis communing with his, she rode him. He grabbed her close and nibbled on her neck. They both wore jeans and he still managed to hit all the right spots. She would come like this, just like this, and didn’t care.
“No.” Kissing her on the mouth, he tugged on her bottom lip. “Don’t get carried away on me. We still have too many clothes on.”
“Take them off then.”
His black eyebrow arched. “You know, you are just the sort of woman my grandmother would have called a saucepot.”
“Sounds as if I would have liked her. Can you blame me for wanting to be naked with you?”
“Nope. I’m in agreement. When you come for me, I want you to be naked, wet, and writhing.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
He stood, looming over her. Without wasting another moment, he divested himself of his jeans and socks. Emily grinned when she saw his black boxer briefs, her favorite kind of men’s underwear. Trent wore skimpy briefs, the kind that cost thirty dollars a pair, and too ostentatious in her opinion. Michael’s boxer briefs seemed an extension of his persona. Effortlessly sexy, with no nod to high fashion.
When his fingertips slipped beneath the fabric at his waistband, she held her breath. His gaze locked on her, he slid them over his hips but they snagged on his considerable erection.
She tried to be discreet and covered her mouth as she giggled. “Experiencing a delay?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Maybe I need some help.” He drew closer and stood between her legs.
Giddy, her chest vibrating with more nervous laughter, she reached out to grip the elastic.
Michael put a hand on hers, stifling his own grin. “One question. Do you always laugh during sex?”
“No. For some reason, I’m beside myself right now.”
“That makes two of you. Kinky.”
Determined to pay him back for teasing her, she pulled the stretchy fabric slowly downward, taking care to ease it over his cock. When she exposed the head, she stopped giggling, suddenly taken by the gravity of the moment. Licking her lips, she looked up at him.
He touched her chin. “Are you asking for a taste, sweetheart?”
Emily nodded.
“You can have a little taste for now.”
Her mouth filled with saliva and she hadn’t even gotten his briefs off yet. Sliding her hands around his hips, she cupped his ass and leaned in. She licked him along his slit and another grunted curse erupted from Michael. His legs trembled as she toyed with his head.
She knew they were both already dancing on the edge. Barely a kiss, barely a touch, and they both seemed ready to explode. Her panties felt uncomfortable, scratchy, and she wiggled on the bed, seeking release. She couldn’t get enough of smoothing her hands over his backside, that miracle of man flesh, and she stroked him there, alternately squeezing and scratching.
Trent had called her boring. Even though she knew he’d said it to get back at them, she didn’t want Michael to have any reason to label her the same way. She lowered his briefs, intent on making him fall to his knees with pleasure.
Upon exposing his full length, she suddenly forgot what she was doing. “Oh, my.” She couldn’t have been more impressed if he’d worn his tool belt.
“Emily Daniels, didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s impolite to stare?” Michael grinned and dropped his boxer briefs, stepping out of them. “Take your jeans off.”
She didn’t dare disobey, not when his voice rumbled with such avarice. Laying back, Emily unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. She wriggled out of them, taking her socks off as she went. She was glad she’d worn nice undies, although she’d never anticipated this outcome. Michael seemed to appreciate the black scrap of silk between her legs and played with the elastic at her hip.
“Sweetheart, you’re taking way too long.” Baring his teeth in a fiendish smile, he pulled her panties down her legs and threw them into a corner of the room. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Naked before him, she had never felt so vulnerable and so empowered at the same time. She knew this man had the ability to destroy her and yet he made her feel like the only woman who mattered.
He knelt at the side of the bed and kissed the length of her leg. She writhed as he inched his way slowly toward her thigh. Chuckling, Michael shifted his attention to her other leg. By the time he made it to her inner thigh, she was ready to swat him.
