Oh! My! God!
He slipped two fingers inside her, pressing upward while his tongue pressed down and flicked side to side, and suddenly she was right there. Squirming and panting and teetering on the precipice.
“Look at me, Emily,” he commanded, his voice no more than a low growl. “See me make you come.”
She lifted her head from the pillows and looked down to find his green eyes blazing up at her. His shoulders looked huge between her legs. His skin astonishingly tan compared to her paleness. But it was the sight of his mouth on her, ravenously feeding that sent her careening over the edge.
She lost all sense of place and time. There was only her. There was only Christian. There was only intense, inescapable pleasure.
After who knows how long, the rapturous bliss tempered to a soft, lazy sort of satisfaction. Catching her breath, she watched him place one final kiss to her core before he turned his head and sucked sweetly on the inside of one thigh, then the other.
“Y—” Shetried and had to stop and clear her throat.Holy Moses.Had she been screaming? She couldn’t remember, but her raw vocal cords seemed to indicate that she had. “Your turn?”
He crawled atop her sprawled body, a sheen of perspiration dotting his brow, the look on his face so fierce, so raw, that she shivered.
Here he was…
The man she’d always known lay inside those designer clothes andItalian shoes. Gone were his facade, his restraint, his caution. He was whittled down to his true form. And that form was all man. Hard. Powerful. Unapologetic.
Determination had replaced his charm. Passion had overcome his poise. He was now the embodiment of virility and barely leashed violence.
“Did I mention the third way I plan to make you come?” he whispered against her lips. Herlegs spread wide around his lean hips. The length of him once again pressed tight to her sex.
“You didn’t.” She shook her head. “But I might have an idea anyway.”
He smiled that heady, smug smile, then grabbed his shaft and angled it toward her opening. She wiggled against him, needing the space between them gone. Needing himin.
The muscle in his jaw clenched. The one beneath hiseye twitched once, twice. Then she saw his stomach muscles flex. He prepared himself to take her, to impale her, to finally,finallygive her what she’d been secretly fantasizing about for months.
Steeling herself to receive him, she blinked in astonishment, her mouth falling open when he hissed, “Shit!” and rolled off her.
“What the hell?” She scowled over at him. His mink-brown hairlooked almost black against the cream backdrop of the pillowcase. One tattooed arm was thrown over his eyes.
“No condom.” The two words sounded as if they’d been ripped from the depths of his chest.
“Oh!” Right. For the first time in her life, with him above her, so powerful, so fascinating and sexy, she hadn’t given a thought to protection.
She’d turned into the very thing Ms. Hanoman,her seventh grade gym teacher, had warned her about.
“Saying you got ‘caught up in the moment,’”Ms. Hanoman had said, standing in front of the class in her knee-length athletic shorts, a banana in one hand and a condom in the other,“is a stupid girl’s excuse for being stupid.”
Good. Great. Now Emily could addstupid girlto the list of things Christian had turned her into. It would goright beneath the entries forgigglerandeeper.Ugh.
Her entire body ached with disappointment. Even though she had been recently satiated, she felt ridiculously empty. After so much buildup, she’d never be completely satisfied until he was inside her, filling her to the brim.
“You don’t carry a condom in your wallet?” She tried not to scream with frustration.
“Don’t carry a wallet.Only a fake ID and a money clip.”
Sure. Made sense since he lived off the grid.
He rose up on his elbow and leaned toward her. She might be aching with disappointment, but if the pained look on his face was anything to go by, he was in absoluteagony. Poor guy.
“I could go ask Ace or Rusty if they have one,” he said.
She blushed bright red at the thought. It was one thing for everyoneto know she and Christian had decided on a little bow-chick-a-wow-wow. But it was another thing entirely to go around asking for a spare love glove. Jeez.
She shook her head. “Nah. There are other ways to skin this rabbit.”
