“Not a bit,” I say breathlessly.
Leaning toward me, he lowers his mouth over mine, keeping it poised so close to mine, I can almost taste him.Please don’t let anything interrupt this moment. I will literally explode if he doesn’t kiss me right now.
I close my eyes and move toward him, suddenly terrified that he’s going to come to his senses and pull away. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for him to make the next move.
Will he leave me wanting or will he lean in and make this happen? He doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t disappoint me with an abrupt distance. Instead, I feel his palm on my neck, warm and steady as he draws me so near. I can feel the warmth of his mouth even though we aren’t quite touching yet. And suddenly, I fall into a dream, the most perfect one I’ve ever had in which the perfect man is giving me a soft and perfect kiss. There’s an unexpected tenderness to his touch, a quiet desperation that hints at a wild need to be held.
His kiss is careful at first, as though he’s checking once more to see if I want this. And I do. I want this in the worst way, even though it’s the last thing I should want. This is just business. He’ll be gone in a few weeks. And yet, I’m still parting my lips to make room for him to take what he wants from me.
Oh my, now he’s kissing me full on the mouth, and wow, this is one toe-curlingly amazing kiss. I melt like butter in a hot pan, moaning a little as I drop the cake and my fork on the floor. Reaching up, I cup his jaw with one hand and run my fingers along his abs with the other.
His mouth feels so right, the way it moves, thrilling me to my core. It’s all so new and yet it somehow feels as though we’ve kissed a thousand times before. There’s something about the way we move together that promises it will always be a thrill with him, no matter how many times we do this.
Pressing my hand to his chest, I feel his heart beating and it seems to speak to me, telling me yes with every pulse.
We stay like this, caressing and kissing each other for what could be minutes or hours. I lose all track of time and place, and of who I am. There is only overwhelming desire and the perfection of this moment. We kiss until I’m so breathless and frenzied that I have to pull back and rest my forehead on his to recover.
We sit side-by-side, panting, before starting again. The only thought that I can hold onto is that I want this. I want more. I don’t ever want to stop. We stay like this, sitting beside each other, making out for way longer than my lady bits can handle, then finally, he slides down off the counter and positions himself in front of me, spreading my knees so he can get closer. Pulling me to the edge of the counter, he gives me a preview of what’s waiting for me inside those briefs. And I could not be more thrilled. Because, wow.
He drizzles kisses down my neck that have me wrapping my legs around his lean back. “Emma, I don’t want to lead you on.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I say, biting his earlobe. “We can’t really do this. You’re a guest and if we do this, I could get in a lot of trouble. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to think I’m using you for a good recommendation, when really…” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “I’m using you for your body.”
“Perfect,” he says, crushing my mouth with his. We let our tongues do the talking for a minute, then he pulls back. “Wait. We’re really doing this though, aren’t we?”
“Fuck, yes,” I say, looking him dead in the eye. “We’re definitely doing this but only unofficially.”
“I promise. I’ll take this to my grave,” he says, sliding his hand up under my dress.
“Where’s a bearskin rug when you need one?” I ask as he starts to lift my dress over my head. I help him out, then he tosses it behind him, leaving me in only my lacy white just-in-case knickers.
“It’s my writing that did it for you, isn’t it?”
“Will you be disappointed if I say yes?” I ask, reaching down and groping his considerable package.
“Nope,” he says. “Not a bit.”
I slide down off the counter and wrap my arms around his neck so we can keep going. We keep our mouths locked while he guides me in the general direction of the bedroom, although to be honest, I don’t really care where he takes me as long as it’s only a few more seconds until I can get back to all that delicious grinding sans knickers…
23
Not-So-Best-Kept Secrets…
Pierce
“That was…magnificent,” I say, smiling up at the ceiling like a happy fool. My heart is pounding and I am trying to get my breathing under control so she won’t think me out of shape. Although we did just do it—and rather well for only having use of the one hand—three times, so really, is there any chance she’ll think me a slacker in bed? Probably not.
“Magnificent?” Emma laughs, her delightfully naked body strewn across me. “I’ve never heard it described quite that way before.”
“Would you prefer stunningly wonderful? Breathtakingly satisfying? Remarkably grand?”
“Only if you mean it.”
“Oh, I mean it. You are quite the apt cowgirl. Giddy up,” I say, slapping her on the bottom lightly and making her squeal with laughter.
“Was it good for you?” I ask as I run my fingers lazily along her spine, feeling deliriously happy for once in my life.
“Yes. You’re much better than I expected,” Emma says.
