Her mouth drops open as she lurches to a stop. “Why don’t you have on a shirt?”
I glance down at Grace who’s nestled against my chest with only her diaper covering her. “Skin to skin contact. I read about it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, which only serves to amplify the merchandise. “You’ve got to stop that already. The fact that you know how important skin to skin contact is with a newborn is too much for my brain to comprehend. It might explode all over the room or I might jump you where you sit.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that curves up my lips if I had to. “If you’re trying to entice me to stay, you’re doing a damned fine job of it. But I was already planning to.”
When she threads her fingers through her hair, I adjust myself. Not bothering to hide the fact that she’s hot as hell.
“You have work in the morning.”
“I changed my schedule to nights for the rest of the week. I wasn’t sure when you were working, or when your mom would feel up to watching Grace, so I told Cap that I needed a few shiftson nights.” I wink and ease into the sofa. “So, you’re free to go to bed while I’m on baby watch.”
Her eyes narrow as she marches across the room, scoops the baby out of my arms, and disappears into the bedroom. Well, shit. I might have gone too far. My goal was to ease the burden off her. To show her how good a team we could be together. Not give her the impression that she’s incapable of doing this on her own.
Dumb ass, you know how important it is for her to prove she’s self-reliant. I launch off the sofa and pace the floor. How in the hell am I going to fix this mess? I rack my brain trying to think of something smart to say.
When she doesn’t return, I swipe at the sweat beading on my forehead. I’m a fucking dumbass.
She strides through the door. “I told you to stop with all the perfect shit.” Each step she takes brings her closer to me, and I fight the urge to back up because Emily on a mission is lethal.
I raise my hands with palms facing her. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
“You’ve got two seconds to drop your shorts and get on your ass before I smack you over the head with a slipper.” She steps in front of me, poking my chest. “Do it now.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I walk backward toward the sofa.
My dick is standing at attention as her touch presses into my flesh, driving me back with each step. I had no idea that her directing me would have my entire body buzzing with excitement.
She smirks as her eyes trail up and down my body. “That’s a good boy.”
I shudder and groan as my dick swells even more. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?”
“Yes, I’m sure I don’t want to go to bed.” She grasps both sides of my shorts, yanking them down to my thighs and causing my erection to bob in the air. She licks her lips. “Actually, I think I need to punish you for being too perfect.”
“How?” Please God, don’t say by pulling your shorts back up and escorting you to the door. She grasps my length, stroking up and down my cock. “Jesus, Em, that feels good.”
She glares and drops her hand to her side. “I didn’t say that you could speak, now did I?”
“No, Ma’am.” Fuck, I’ve never been harder in my life. This is insane. I knew Emily was feisty but dominant I wasn’t prepared for. And that I’d like it? I would’ve never anticipated that.
“That’s better.” She smiles widely with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Arms at your sides. No touching.”
Before I can respond, she drops to her knees and licks up one side of my length and then the other while dropping my shorts to the floor. My legs are shaking as I kick off the material and toe off my shoes.
“My magnificent beast.” She licks the sensitive spot between my leg and groin. “Strong muscles.” Another flick of her tongue. “Barely contained control.” She grasps my hips and inhales as she brushes her face against my straining flesh butremains at a distance that’s impossible to breach without forcing her to submit.
The eyes that meet mine are filled with untamed lust. “You’re so sexy. You make me want to eat you alive. Starting here.” She tastes the precum glistening the tip of my dick. “And then here.” She nips the head.
Fuck. My heart hammers in my ears as I barely swallow over the energy rocketing through me. “Em?”
“What’s wrong?” She strokes her fingernails along my thighs. “Do you want my mouth on you?”
“Yes-s-s,” I hiss, not caring any more that I’m begging.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please fucking take me in your mouth.”
