She sucks in a breath as I close the distance between us and dip my head to catch her lips. At first, it’s slow, a testing brush, but the second she exhales against my mouth, all control snaps.
I deepen the kiss, sliding one hand into her hair, the other finding her waist and tugging her flush against me. She gasps, and I take the sound into me, parting her lips with mine until I’m tasting and licking every sweet corner of her mouth, my hands roaming every forbidden inch of her body.
Her fingers fist my shirt, dragging me closer, like she’s as desperate as I am, like she’s been starving too.
Bloody hell. She sets me on fire.
The kitchen, the cats, the whole world disappears. There’s only her mouth under mine, her curves pressed into me, her breath catching as I claim her deeper.
She moans low and needy, and it shoots straight through me, tightening every muscle in my body. I kiss her harder until we’re both trembling, our breaths crashing together in the tiny space between us.
When I finally tear my lips from hers, it’s only because I need to breathe. My forehead rests against hers, our chests rising and falling in sync.
“You taste like trouble,” I rasp, my thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip.
Her smile is wrecked, her eyes glazed. “And you taste like fire.”
My hands wander from her waist, over the curve of her ass. “Where can I touch you, Em?”
“Anywhere you like, Drogo.”
I squeeze her ass and hold her against me, my dick pumped like a hose, pushing into her stomach. “I wish I could have you right now.”
“Me too, but we should stop. Sienna?—”
“I can call Harold and May.”
Ember shakes her head. “Next time you’re free, I’ll cook. You can spend the night. I can wait.”
“You might be able to wait, but I don’t think I can.” I rock my pelvis into her so she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She smiles and looks away, her cheeks blazing. “I have a spare room.” Her gaze floats back to mine, her plump bottom lip caught between her teeth as she clings to my shirt. “For Sienna, I mean.”
I shake my head. “Pumpkin, if we’re doing this, I need you all to myself when I set your pussy on fire.”
“You won’t be able to set me on fire.” She gulps, her cheeks now crimson as she rises on her tiptoes, her fingers curling around my neck as she whispers, “I’m too wet.”
I growl, crushing my mouth back to hers.
Her fingers curl into my shirt, dragging me closer until there’s no space between us. Heat builds fast and consuming, and I’m two seconds from lifting her onto the counter.
“Daddy!”
We break apart like guilty teenagers, Ember’s lips swollen, her breath ragged. My forehead drops against hers, fighting for composure.
“In here, bug,” I call, my voice hoarse.
Sienna appears in the doorway, Fidget tucked under one arm, the kitten’s tail flicking in irritation. “She finished her dinner. Can we play a game?” She yawns halfway through the question, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.
I huff a laugh, shaking my head. “I think it’s time for a bath and bed, bug. You can’t even keep your eyes open.”
“I can too,” she protests weakly, her eyelids already drooping.
I glance at Ember, who’s still flushed and trying to catch her breath, and lift my brows. “See what I mean? This kid never lets up.”
Ember’s lips twitch into a smile, though her eyes linger on mine a fraction too long, making a promise neither of us can keep tonight.
“Come on, bug.” I lift Sienna into my arms, the kitten still cradled in hers. “Say goodbye to Miss Sparks.”
