Chapter 16
Emily’s brown hair fanned out on the quilt when Christian tossed her on the bed. She bounced, her pretty little breasts jiggling delightfully. The sight had his dick throbbing so hard he had to reach down and give it a tug to soothe it.
“Hey!” She came up on her elbows, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. “What’s the big idea?”
“Told you I meant to toss youon the bed before taking your clothes off. Never say I’m not a man of my word.”
“Oh. Right.” She nodded, avidly watching him position himself between her spread legs. “Youdidsay that, didn’t you?”
When her attention pinged down to his cock, he realized he was still stroking himself. “You want some help with that?” The look in her dark eyes was positivelydevilish.
“Yes.” He slippedhis thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her leggings. “I most certainly do.” When she reached for him, he caught her delicate wrist. “But not yet. First, I have other things to attend to.”
“Oooh. Idolike the sound of that.”
He grinned at her, lying there with a smiling face and smoky eyes, so open, so honest. So completely uninhibited. Apparently, Emily approached sex the way sheapproached life, with vigor, candor, and unabashed eagerness. It made his silly heart sing and his even sillier cock pulse with anticipation.
This will be jolly good fun, he thought. Then he realized that, no matter how often she vexed him or teased him or provoked him, when it came down to it, she was fun.Being around her—trading insults or barbs or kisses or quiet moments in the kitchenbefore she’d had her first cup of coffee and he’d had his first cup of tea—was fun.
He hadn’t had much fun in his life.
Perhaps that’s why he’d fallen so hard for her. She gave him something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing and didn’t know he’d always yearned for.
“The first time I make you come,” he told her, pulling her leggings over her flaring hips and down her silky thighs,“it’s going to be with my fingers.”
She flopped back on the bed, crossing her arms beneath her head. Her breasts pointed impertinently toward the ceiling, making his mouth water.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Tell me more.”
“The second time I make you come”—he bent to work loose the laces of her hiking boots so he could slip them off her feet—“it will be with my mouth.”
He saw her brow puckeras he was pulling off her second sock. “What?” he asked, loving that she was lying there, letting him have his way with her, offering no help and no protest.
Tough, tenacious, take-no-guff Emily Scott was allowing herself to be vulnerable, allowinghimthe control he craved. It spoke more eloquently of her strength and confidence than anything else ever could.
“I’ve never been able tocome from oral sex,” she admitted, and the thought of another man with his head between her legs, with his mouth on her, made Christian grit his teeth. “I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s me. Or maybe I’ve never been with someone who was any good at it.”
“I’m good at it,” he promised, whipping her leggings off and tossing them over his shoulder. Now she was naked except for her panties.
Godlove her, they were pink cotton. Simple yet charming. Unadorned but still somehow gorgeous.
Just like the woman who wears them, he thought.
“And youarea man of your word,” she said, watching him from beneath hooded lids.
“Indeed.” He reached for her panties.
The small smile she wore disappeared when he slowly, gently ran a finger along the waistband. To his delight, goose bumpsrose across her flat belly.
“And now,” he said, “for the pièce de résistance. You ready?”
Her chest rose and fell in quick breaths as she jerkily nodded.
Expectation flashed through his blood until his veins throbbed as he carefully peeled her panties away and flung them over his shoulder to join her leggings and socks. He sucked in a startled breath when she lowered her legs and hesaw that she was…
Shaved.
Smooth as could be. Pink and plump and glistening with desire.
