“Then we’d better hurry,” she said with a wink as she walked toward his front door, already tugging at the top button on her blouse.
Fuck.What did he ever do to deserve her?
“I like the way you’re thinking.” He unlocked the door, and they tumbled inside in a tangle of groping hands and frantic lips. He pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock pressed into her soft body, and he was lost.
Emma whimpered, rocking her hips against his. “Now,” she whispered. “Right here.”
“Now?” He could hardly hear past the blood thumping in his veins. His pulse throbbed, pounded, for her. For Emma.
She reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. “Yes.”
He slid his hands up her skirt. Her panties were the kind held together by just a string at her hips, a style he found particularly sexy and would usually take the time to enjoy, but today he hooked his finger underneath that string and yanked, ripping them right off her.
Emma let out a little gasp, then she wiggled her hips against him with a moan of pleasure.Fuck.He fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a condom, letting the wallet fall to the floor with a muffled thump.
He freed himself from his jeans, rolled on the condom, and pushed inside her.
“Yes,” Emma whimpered. Her big, blue eyes met his. They stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined, him buried balls-deep inside her. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pumped his hips, trying to hold back the frantic need that had overtaken him.
“More,” she whispered. “Harder.”
“Fuck, Emma,” he said through gritted teeth.
“That’s the idea,” she said with a laugh that turned into a moan.
He thrust into her so hard his forehead smacked into hers. “Shit. Sorry.”
“This never happens in the movies,” she said with a giggle as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Do it again.”
Christ.His forehead stung, but his cock was so hard it barely registered. He thrust into her again, harder, faster, and Emma hung on for the ride, urging him on with her whimpers and the way her heels dug into his ass. It felt so fucking good. His control snapped, and he pumped his hips so hard and fast he felt almost frantic.
She bounced in his arms to the rhythm he’d set, and then she tensed. Her body clamped down on him, and she screamed with pleasure. “Ryan! Oh…”
Boom.He came like a freight train going off the rails. A primal sound tore from his throat as pleasure slammed through him. His knees buckled, and he lowered them to the floor, his face buried in her hair, breathing in her fresh floral scent as his body trembled with aftershocks.
“Wow,” she breathed against his neck.
“Yeah.”
“We should do that again.” There was laughter in her voice, but also awe.
“Fuck, yes.” They stayed like that, not moving, until he’d recovered his wits enough to remember he had to get to work. He straightened, and Emma climbed off his lap, smoothing out her clothes. She grinned as she picked up the panties he’d ripped off her.
“A worthy sacrifice,” she said as she walked into his bathroom to throw them away.
He stood, zipped his pants, and followed her into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. “Wish I didn’t, babe, but I’ve got to run.”
“Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,” she said with a smile. “I got what I came for.”
“You are something else, Emma Rush.” She just kept shocking the hell out of him. He stepped into his bedroom to clean up and change into fresh clothes then grabbed a supersized candy bar and a can of Coke from the kitchen.
Emma stood by the front door. Her hair was rumpled, her cheeks flushed, her skirt still slightly askew. She looked thoroughly fucked, and it was all he could do not to take her to his bed and do it again.
Instead, he pulled open his front door. “So you’ll stop by the bar later?”
She nodded then leaned in to whisper in his ear, “And you can wonder whether or not I’m still pantiless.”
He yanked her into his arms and had just started to kiss her when he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. He looked past Emma to see Trent standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to the upstairs condos, a middle-aged couple behind him. The kid was staring at his feet, looking mortified.
Ryan stepped back from Emma. “Hey, Trent. I didn’t see you there.”
Trent shrugged. “So, um, my folks are here for a visit, and I wanted to introduce you.”
Ryan looked again at the older couple standing behind Trent, the couple staring at him with an all-too-familiar air of condescension. Yeah, they probably knew exactly what he and Emma had just done. Way to make a great first impression.Dammit to hell.
