“Emmett. Mouth.” They’re the only words I can push out, incoherent and under his spell already.
He gets the message regardless, and though I half expected him to fire back a “don’t tell me what to do,” instead he wraps his mouth around me, bites me gently, then sucks.
I arch into his mouth. “Yes,baby.”
He growls against me, but the way his tongue lashes at me, I’d say he’s perfectly okay with the accidental pet name.
“Been dreaming of these, Reese.”
“Hmm.” I hum, so ridiculously turned on already. “So, you’re a tits guy.”
“If we’re referring to yours, then yes.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple. “In which case, I’m an ass guy too.”
His mouth works on one breast while he grabs the other in his rough hand and squeezes. Then he gives it a light smack to watchit bounce, and the sudden sharp sensation has me squirming as wetness pools between my legs.
It’s not a lot, but from him, it seems like it might be enough to make me come. That’s how badly I want him. How desperately I’ve been fighting myself to stay away.
I’ve touched myself to the thought of him far too many times over the last few months, that having the real thing, having his hands on me, having his mouth taste me...
We’re on the same page about not lasting long.
His shoes drop to the floor, and at the same time, he pulls my dress down my hips and legs, adding that to the pile as well.
Kneeling between my legs, he lays wet, messy kisses over my stomach, his hands touching every part of me he can get to. And for that brief moment, I let myself remember a time I would’ve been insecure in this position, sprawled on my back on full display with someone’s hands and mouth all over a part of me that’s not my smallest.
Seeing Emmett’s fingers knead into my flesh with this desperate need, listening to the hungry sounds coming from his throat as he attempts to kiss every inch of my skin as if he needs to brand me as his, has me questioning how I could ever be self-conscious when the view is this good.
I run my fingers through his hair. “You look good like this, Em. Between my legs. Exactly where you should be.”
He smiles against my skin. “You think I look good? You should see yourself from my view.”
His eyes flash up to meet mine just as he places a gentle kiss right over the front of my panties.
“Fuck.” I shudder, sucking in a harsh breath.
“You’re so wet already, Reese. When did this start?”
I try to find a coherent string of words. “When you walked into the party wearing that suit tonight.”
He groans. “So you’ve been a mess for hours.”
He presses his mouth more firmly, sucking me through the fabric.
“Em,” I cry out, fingers gripping his hair, needing something to hold on to.
“Let’s add ‘pussy’ to that list of things I’m a fan of. Because I’m already a huge fan of yours.”
He takes the elastic waistband between his fucking teeth and yanks them over my hips. Lifting my legs in the air, he uses only his mouth to pull the fabric completely off my body.
He spits them out to add them to the floor with the rest of my discarded clothes.
Primal and dirty and so fucking hot.
It’s then I realize that other than my high heels, I’m completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. And when he pushes my legs apart, splaying my open, I realize exactly why he cuffed his sleeves earlier.
Because right now, this man is on a mission to get to work.
His dark eyes are locked right on the glistening wetness between my legs.
