Page 100 of Hot Pursuit


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“I have a confession too,” she whispered when he kissed his way toher other breast.

“What’s that, darling?” He closed his mouth over her neglected nipple and caressed it the way she liked. Slowly, with the flat of his tongue.

“I poured a drop of your cologne onto a washcloth,” she said, panting. “And then laid it beside me in bed while I used my vibrator.”

Thathad him releasing her nipple. It made apoppingsound when it slid past the suction ofhis lips. “You touched yourself and thought of me?”

A sultry grin tilted her lips. “You aren’t the only one who’s been up for it since the minute I walked through BKI’s doors.”

He groaned, letting his head fall against her naked shoulder. The thought of her lying in bed, pleasuring herself…

Dear God.

“I want you to introduce me to your vibrator once we’re home.” He lifted his chinto catch her stare. “I need to know what I’m up against. Take the measure of my competition.”

“Believe me”—she reached between them to stroke him again—“there’s no comparison. You’ve got it beat by a mile.”

He let her have her way for as long as he could stand it, maybe ten seconds, before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. Finding her other wrist, he manacled them in one handand pressed them into the pillow above her head.

“I can’t have you touching me.” He reached for his belt, quickly undoing it and pulling it from the loops. “I’m too close to the edge already.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He cut her off, circling his belt around her wrists and cinching it tight.

She pouted prettily, but he could see the excitement in her eyes.

“Now, keep your hands aboveyour head,” he instructed, scooting down the bed to attack the laces on her boots. They dropped to the floor within seconds of each other—thunk, thunk—and then her socks, leggings, and panties joined them in a heap.

“Please,” she begged quietly, writhing on the bed, gloriously, unabashedly naked. “Christian, I don’t want to go slow.”

“I hear you, darling,” he assured her. They’d takencare of foreplay back at the manor. Joining their bodies together now was as necessary as breathing.

Reaching over his head, he pulled off his sweater. Toeing out of his boots, he undid the buttons on his fly and then shucked his drawers and jeans all in one go. His socks joined the pile of clothes on the floor as he knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed her knees, and spread her legs wide.

She was pink and plump and so deliciously bare that his cock jerked and a hot drop of pre-ejaculate slipped over his swollen head. She saw it and dropped her hands to touch.

“Ah, ah,” he scolded, grabbing the loose end of his belt the second before her fingers found him. He lowered himself atop her, pulling her arms back above her head. His heart thudded with joy and impatience. “No touching.”

“But Iwantto touch.” Her breath was hot and sweet, still smelling of peanut butter and jelly as it feathered over his lips.

“Later,” he promised her, loving the feel of her thighs beside his hips. Loving the feel of her soft breasts cushioning his chest. Lovingher.

He claimed her mouth in a harsh, thorough kiss as he ripped open the condom he’d slid from the pocket of his jeans.Fisting the latex down his length, he felt his stomach muscles contract at the delicious friction. He was close. Too close.

Emily wasn’t helping matters by mewling and writhing and returning his kiss with so much enthusiasm that the control in which he took so much pride threatened to shatter.

Breaking the sweet, suctioned seal of their mouths, he pressed up on his elbows and stared downinto her passion-glazed eyes. That he could turn the indomitable Emily Scott into a soft, pliant thing filled with want made him ridiculously satisfied and maybe a touch smug.

“Are you ready?” He framed her pretty face with his hands.

“I’ve been ready,” she panted. “Told you that.”

“Let’s make sure, shall we?”

Reaching between them, he slid two fingers down her silken cleft tofind that, indeed, she was slick and swollen and prepared to receive him. When he thumbed over her distended clitoris, she moaned. Pushing one finger deep inside, he was pleased to feel her body suck and grab at him.

Yes.She was most definitely ready.