“Since you?” My heart pounds in my chest, as my hand tightens around her zipper. “No. Don’t you get it by now? There’s been no one since you, Emma. I can’t fucking think, breathe any other woman but you.” Iconfess.
“And this silky thing,” I say, dragging the zipper down slowly, exposing inch after inch of smooth skin, “has been driving me insane all night.”
She gasps when I push the fabric down her shoulders, baring her chest. No bra.
“Jesus, Emma…”
Her breasts are flushed, almost fuller then I remember, her dusky-rouge nipples already hard, like her body’s been waiting for my mouth all damn night. Instantly, I lean over, dragging my tongue over one taut peak, sucking it into my mouth.
By the time I switch to the other, Emma is already arching on the bed, offering her body beneath me.
“The way you walked into that restaurant tonight,” I murmur between licks, “like you owned the room. Like you knew every man wanted you… including me.”
She moans, writhing, and I shuck the rest of her dress, spreading her thighs wide, I let my eyes take in every detail of what my memory has been jacking-off tosince Miami. I slide my hand between her legs and cup her pussy with my open palm.
“You know what it made me want to do?” I snarl. “It made me want to fuck this so hard you can’t think of anybody else but me.”
“Don—”
I stroke her softly, just enough to make her hips buck. Her cries are raw now—louder. Messier.
She’s unraveling.
And I love it.
“Look at me, Emma,” I bark.
She opens dazed, hazel eyes.
“I want you to remember this,” I growl, rubbing circles over her clit. “Every time you walk into a meeting and try to pretend I don’t own this body. Every time some smug prick looks at you and smiles like he's got a chance.”
“I—oh God—”
“No one gets you like this. No one else makes this pussy come.”
“Please, Don…”
Fuck.
My fingers slip inside her, and every inch of her pussy is wet, absolutely fucking dripping.
I pulse my fingertips, curling them inside her as she moans.
“Yes! God, fuc—yes!”
But it isn’t enough. Nothing will be enough until I have Emma wrapped around me.
With a growl emanating from somewhere deep inside me, I snap. I grab her hips, flipping her over with a fast, fluid motion.
She whimpers as I pull her to the edge of the bed, spine arched, ass lifted, thighs parted enough to give me a view I’m never going to forget.
“Fuck. You're too much.”
I run my palm down her back, stopping at the curve of her hip, gripping one ass cheek and squeezing.
“Don,” she gasps. “Please fuck me. I need it—need you—”
“Sweetheart.” I rub the inside of one shaking thigh. “You drove me crazy all fucking night. In that dress. Putting those lips on me. Getting on your knees. Now you’re going to get every fucking inch you’ve been asking for.”
