I close the distance between us with a step of my own. Reaching forward to trace a finger over the center of his chest, I look up and into his eyes. “Show me.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Emma
His gaze caresses my face,his eyes lingering on my mouth.
“Kiss me,” he orders in a strangled moan. “Kiss me.”
I slide my hand up to his bicep, trailing my fingertips over the firm muscle before I glide my fingers along his skin and into the hair on the back of his head.
Urging his head down, I rise to my tiptoes. I lock eyes with him. “Meet me halfway.”
He does.
His mouth lowers onto mine. The kiss is gentle and tender as if it’s hiding the promise of what is waiting just beneath it.
I tighten my grip on his hair, tugging it, coaxing him.
I’m impatient.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man. The need I feel is pouring out of me.
He deepens the kiss. With his hand on my waist, he twists me around until my back hits the wall. His knee edges my legs apart.
“You’re ready,” he whispers as his lips feather over mine. “You want this.”
“So much.”
His hand falls to my thigh. His fingers trace small circles over my flesh. Each move brings him closer to my core.
I groan when his touch drifts up.
“Case,” I whine into our kiss. “Please.”
I won’t beg for this, but if a kiss can bring a woman to orgasm, it would be from this man.
I pull back when he tugs on the hem of my shirt. In a heartbeat, it’s over my head and on the floor.
His gaze drops to my breasts. Natural and full, the nipples are perked from my need for him.
“Jesus.” The word escapes him in a rush before he bows his head to take one nipple between his teeth. He holds it there, the bite of pain stirring my desire more. I try to edge my legs together, but he pushes me harder against the wall, his knee rising between my thighs.
His tongue lashes my nipple again and again. I gasp when his hand finds my other breast. He circles that nipple lightly, tenderly. The sharp contrast to his teeth on the other is almost too much.
Closing my eyes, I sink my nails into the skin of his shoulder.
The ache between my legs is so much I reach down.
He stills. His body stops. His mouth leaves my breast as he watches my fingers glide over the silk of my panties.
“Show me,” he spits out in a tone laced with dark promise. “Show me all of you.”
I edge my other hand down when he moves back. His gaze is latched on my body.
His hand falls to the front of his jeans. His cock is straining. His need for me is reflected in mine for him.
My fingers graze the top of my panties. “You want to see me,” I say brazenly.
