He lazily trailed around the edge of the bundle of nerves outside her opening with his thumb while he worked her with two fingers inside.
Her gaze had gone glassy, and they were both basically still wearing most of their clothes. And he was about to finish in his trousers.
“My God,” he said, unable to stop himself from allowing the beauty of the moment to envelop him. “You’re so bloody gorgeous.”
“I’m there,” she said with a gasp. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”
There was not one chance in hell he would stop this movement that had her panting and making those sounds just before her internal muscles flexed around his fingers. She inhaled deeply as the muscles flexed and released, flexed and released.
His erection followed that same movement, even though it wasn’t inside her. He took a touch of relief by pressing against her thigh.
She made the sound she’d made the first time she’d come to the kitchen and tasted his raspberry sauce. That subtle moan of delight.
This time she followed it with a sound he could not describe—bliss and pleasure and pure Emmaline in the space that was all his, and his alone.
Chapter Nineteen
EMMALINE
His breath brushedagainst the nerves of her earlobe. “Emmaline.”
He said her name with a trace of possessiveness to it, like it was more than just a name of an imitation girlfriend. Like it was the name of someone immensely special to him.
She swallowed, not wanting to allow any sort of feelings to come through but realizing that sometimes—like now, after coming like a Puffle Yum cherry tart after 30 seconds in the toaster—there was not one thing she could actually do to prevent them. But she would try. Of course, she would. Mind-numbing orgasms didn’t have to get all emotional.
Not to put a name to it, but her ex—while totally show-stopping—wasn’t exactly attentive. He’d been more of a two-seconds-in-the-microwave-toaster-tart kind of guy.
But that was not this. The past was not the present. That future wasn’t today.
Today, the only thing that mattered was the way Ethan’s breath ignited the little sparks along her neckline.
She moaned again because she couldn’t help it. There was only one moment, and that moment was now. No responsibility because it was just the two of them.
His lips trailed along her collarbone to where her bra still kissed the edge of her dress.
“Ethan…” She said his name because, honestly, no other words would form. “That was…”
“Amazing? Fantastic?” he asked, with a chuckle.
This was one of those times when she should just hand over the controls to someone who knew what to do.
Gently, oh, so gently, Ethan pressed his thigh between her legs, opening them, even as his mouth continued to do marvelous things to the swath of skin between her neck and her nipples.
“Say something,” she murmured, unable to stop herself. “I like to hear your voice.”
“What do you need me to say?” he asked, genuine and husky.
“I…” Well, she wasn’t entirely sure.
But he’d stopped. Given her his full attention while everything they’d been working toward came to a standstill. Dammit, that was just not going to work. Not when he’d got the pulsing ache between her thighs pulsing again, and the desire for him was increasing by the second.
“I don’t know what I need from you,” she whispered, her mouth only millimeters from his. “I don’t even know what I need from me.” She didn’t, not really. Honestly, life at the moment was a big ol’ question mark.
“Em…” He said her name with the same reverence as his mouth worked along her shoulder. “Let’s find out together.” His hands both threaded her hair on each side of her head.
She grinned. Let out a deep—massive—lungful of air.
His lips found hers, pressing quietly there. “You are the most beautiful, the most delicious, and the most wonderful person, Em. Know that.”
