Just when I thought Emily couldn’t get any hotter, she blew that theory out of the park by agreeing to sleep with me under one condition: I would make her come more than twice tonight.
I could accomplish that with just my tongue.
Something I certainly planned to do.
But for now, my hands slid away from her neck and dropped to her waist, pulling her to the end of the counter, where her legs wrapped around me. “We have a deal.”
Her arms circled my shoulders. “You have your work cut out for you, Mr. Worthington.”
Was she really doubting my abilities?
Or challenging me?
Whatever the case was, I liked this side of Emily.
When she’d walked into my condo, I immediately picked up on her shyness. After a drink, that had started to diminish, a confidence coming through. Even more than that, an outwardness. She was sure of what she wanted and seemed sexually adventurous.
I liked that.
I didn’t want to be with a woman who was going to hide her body or cower under the covers or turn out to be a boring participant, wanting things to be over as soon as they started.
I wanted a woman who craved sex as much as I did.
Who needed it to survive.
Who considered it a sport where there were two teams involved and both were willing to compete.
I pressed my forehead against hers. “You should know, I take my work seriously. Whatever the job is, I don’t quit. And whatever the goal is, I crush it.” I moved back to look at her face. She was grinning, just like I anticipated.
“Maybe. But I’ll really believe it when you prove those words to me.”
“Let it be known that if my son wasn’t upstairs, I’d devour you on this counter. I just won’t take the chance of him coming down and catching us.” My hands lifted to the sides of her navel, my thumbs rubbing over her ribs.
I could already tell she had one hell of a fucking body, something I’d known a few seconds after she arrived, but feeling the tightness beneath these scrubs only confirmed it.
“How do you normally hide this kind of stuff from him?”
“I don’t have to. I don’t bring women to my condo.”
“Not ever?” Her brows rose.
“Not ever,” I confirmed. “This is Ben’s home. That’s something I take seriously. You are, and will be, the only exception to that rule.”
“Are you sure you want to make the exception? I would understand if—”
I couldn’t fucking wait another second, that was how badly I wanted her.
My lips landed on hers, and I cupped her face to hold her against me, my tongue sliding through to taste her at the same time I breathed her in. Her scent reminded me of warmth, a mix of coffee and vanilla, like the lattes I made during the cold winter nights.
She knew just how to take in my tongue, how to circle hers around it, her body bending into mine. But this was more than just a kiss. This was Emily showing me what she wanted. This was her giving me what I wanted.
I was out of patience.
I was out of air.
I forced myself back, separating our mouths but still holding her cheeks. With my eyes now locked with hers, I finally answered, “I’m sure I want to make you the exception,” in case the kiss hadn’t proved that to her.
Her chest heaved as though she couldn’t catch her breath. “I love that for me.” She smirked.
