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I wipemy lips over the skin of her navel.
Emma squirms beneath me, her movements slowing as I work my way up her body.
“Twice,” she mutters under her breath. “That was twice.”
She’d come once and then again under my tongue. I wanted more. Almost begged her for more, but she fought me with her hands in my hair and her ass dragging along the bed, trying to edge her pussy away from my lips and tongue.
“For now.” I flick my tongue over her nipple. “I want that again tonight, Emma.”
Her eyes fall to my face. “I want more.”
She wants to fuck.
The driving need to be inside of her is dictating every movement of my body.
I’m hard as nails. I fought back the urge to stroke my dick when I was eating her. I could have come just from the taste and the sounds pouring out of her.
I move when I feel her pull away.
Pushing to my feet, I stand next to the bed. I gaze down at the front of my jeans before I turn back to face her.
“One of us is overdressed.” She rolls to her side, resting her head on the pillow. Her hand runs over her side. “Here’s a hint. It’s not me.”
I rake her from head-to-toe. Her body is made to be fucked.
By me. Only by me.
I dip my chin to clear my head. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I doubt like hell I’ve ever uttered those words before. I’ve had a condom tucked into a pocket or hidden in my wallet since I was a teenager. I didn’t bring any with me on the trip because screwing a random woman was not on my schedule.
I expected to be in and out of Manhattan within a couple of days.
I had no clue that Emma Owens would drop into my orbit and end up in my bed.
Her gaze darts from my face to the bedside table.
She won’t give a voice to it, but she’s silently asking if there are any condoms in this room.
There aren’t. I checked. Twice.
Shaking my head, I shove a hand through my hair. “Tomorrow. I’ll pick up some tomorrow.”
She stretches an arm in front of her. “I have one.”
Anger shoots through me. I have no right to feel it, but it’s there. “You have a condom?”
“Just one,” she says as if that explains it all away. “I thought maybe I’d meet someone while I was here.”
I drop my hand to my jeans. One swift dive inside, and I’m circling my cock with my fist. “To fuck? You thought you’d meet a guy and fuck him?”
Rolling onto her back, her hand glides to her mound. “That’s what happened. Luckily I’m prepared.”
I squeeze my dick harder. “Here? You thought you’d bring a man here to screw?”
Her back arches when her hand trails over her smooth folds. “Or somewhere. It’s been a long time.”
