“Em….” I grab the doorframe and hold it open as she attempts to shut it.
“Yes?” Her eyes are shadowed in what little light comes from the light under the microwave.
“We should go. This was a bad idea.”
She arches an eyebrow while dropping the key in her purse and depositing it on the kitchen counter. “It’s a better idea to go back home and have wild, hot, kinky sex while my mother is in the next room?”
“No,” I growl in frustration. “That isn’t a better idea. We’ll wait until tomorrow night after we get off work.”
“And Grace refuses to go to sleep until we’re both too bone tired to stay awake once she passes out?”
I snap the door shut to keep the cool chill from coming inside. “You’re being difficult.”
She runs her fingertips along the counter and steps further into the kitchen. The light continues to cast a shadow over herface. “I’d say you were the one being difficult. You told me all about how desperately you wanted me that night.”
She leans her ass against the island. “How you wanted to pin me to this very cabinet and bury your cock inside of me.” She bites her bottom lip. “How you wish you could have claimed me that night.”
The kitchen smells like lemon cleaner and bleach. It seems wrong to ruin it with semen and sweat.
“Emily, we can’t do this.” My voice is hoarse as my dick strains against my boxers. I swallow hard over the dryness in my throat. Shit. Stop thinking about Emily’s ass and sex.
It’s going to be forever until I can satisfy the ache building deep inside of me. I rake my hand through my hair. Too damned long.
I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. “We aren’t horny teenagers. We’re parents and professional adults.”
“And parents and professional adults don’t fuck like teenagers?” She grabs the hem of her T-shirt and tosses it over her head, leaving her perfect globes barely covered in lace. Purple lace.
“What do you have on?” The purple bra goes with a matching thong. If she’s– My hands curl into fists.
“What?” She runs her index finger and thumb under the material and pinches her nipples. “This old thing? It’s nothing. It just goes with a pair of naughty panties that you don’t want to see.”
She pushes off the island and snatches the T-shirt off the counter, making like she’s going to put it back on and cover those gorgeous tits. Never.
“Drop the shirt. Now.” I stalk forward.
She arches an eyebrow as her chest heaves with each breath. “Or what?”
“Or I’m going to turn you around and punish you,” I growl. “Toss the T-shirt on the floor and put your hands where I’ve always wanted them.”
As I stride closer, she bites her bottom lip and presses against the island. “I want those plump lips begging for my mouth. Those nipples, tight and straining against your bra, and that fucking smart mouth….” I run my finger along her neck while grasping her hip in my other hand. “I want to silence it with moans of pleasure. Do you understand me?”
“I–”
“No….” I nip the skin where my finger traced. “Nothing but moans of pleasure.”
Her body vibrates with need. Fuck being responsible and mature. When I’m with her, I want to fuck her like a horny teenager, and I don’t feel any shame for it.
I scrape my teeth along her collarbone, and down to her bra, yanking the material away from her breast in the process. “That’s it. This is mine. All mine.” I suck her tit deep into my mouth, eliciting a whimper to escape from her lips.
That’s better. My body thrums with need. A need to possess. To banish the fact that she could’ve been taken fromme today. Anger roars inside of me, spilling from my chest and radiating in every direction. I need this. I need this claiming.
This proof that she’s alive and mine.
I grip both sides of her bra and rip it open. “Beautiful.” I stand there staring at her in awe. She’s perfection.
When she places her hands on my hips, I shake my head. “No. Hands on the island.”
Once she complies, I slide my tongue from one breast to the other, and then down her abdomen, dropping to my knees the lower I go.
