I get to work as well, reaching down to unfasten the buckle on my heels.
“Leave them on,” he says coolly. “I’ll be the one to do that.”
He shrugs his suit jacket off and cuffs the sleeves to his white button-down shirt, showing off those tattooed forearms.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, showing me those.”
A knowing smile lifts on his lips, but he keeps his attention on his shirt, folding the cuffs precisely how he wants. I’m not sure why he’s so adamant about fixing his sleeves when the whole thing should just be coming off already.
But he looks hot, so I don’t say anything.
He drops his suit jacket onto my chaise and when his long legs bring him to me, he takes my face in both of his hands and drops his mouth to mine.
Confidently. Possessively. And when his tongue sweeps past my lips, it tells me exactly who I belong to.
Which is fine by me.
He stands behind me in public. Allows me to lead the way I need to. I’ll happily bend to him behind closed doors.
The kiss turns a bit frantic. Desperate hands. Eager mouths.
After so many confessions tonight, it’s nice to busy my lips with kissing him instead of talking.
He lifts me in his arms, rounding the bed to lay me flat on the mattress, and with both of us still fully clothed, he climbs right over me.
We move together immediately. Needy, searching hips looking for each other.
Mouths melded together, he reaches between me and the mattress and pulls my zipper down my spine, opening my dress in one easy motion. He pushes it down to pool around my waist.
“Please, baby,” he breathes against my mouth, rocking his body over mine. “Fucking please.”
“Em, are you begging?”
He breathes a laugh. “Yes. God, I need you, Reese.”
The confession is soft, a sharp juxtaposition from his hard body and the firm grip he has on my hip.
It’s one of my favorite things about him. The hard and soft.
“Show me.”
My request has his pupils blown out. This sheer determination etched on his face. “I’ll show you all night.”
But then he looks down at me, partway undressed with my dress wrapped around my hips.
And shakes his head. “But the first one might be kind of quick because holy shit, Reese. Look at you.”
Maybe that statement shouldn’t be such a turn-on. But the idea that this stunning man, who is still fully dressed, already knows he’s not going to last long just from looking at my almost naked body...
Yeah, my confidence is through the roof.
His hands gently roam my bare skin, reverent touches followed by warm lips laying worshipping kisses. Emmett works a path over my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone. His mouth drags over my strapless bra, lips brushing right along the cups until he reaches behind me and flicks the clasp open at my back.
He pulls it away, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
“Fucking perfect.”
It’s a whispered prayer chanted right against my nipple, and the warmth of his breath is a maddening tease. It only worsens when Emmett tenderly drags his lips right over the peak. That minor graze causes my entire body to shudder with need.
