Emmett smirks and drops to his knees, pressing mine up. “If I take my clothes off, I’ll fuck you before I have the chance to taste you.”
“Promise?”
His chuckle is a warm caress against the inside of my knee as he leans in, kissing the skin there.
“You can bet on it. Which is exactly why . . .” His lips move higher. “I’m staying just like this.” The press of his shoulders urges my knees wider, his grip tightening as he takes me in.
He’s so close to where I need him and it’s a battle between slipping my fingers into the mop of hair that’s a little wild just like him, and staying just like I am, pressed up on my elbows to watch.
As if he can sense my dilemma he grins up at me.
“I like you like this,” I blurt out.
He barks out a laugh. The rich sound falling so freely from him might be the best part of this whole thing. “Between your thighs, hard, and dying to devour you?”
“Now that you mention it . . . yes.” I shift my weight to one elbow, cupping the side of his face with the other. “Playful, relaxed—that’s what I like most. And that’s what I’ll remember.”
“You say that now, but I think you’ll remember the orgasms.”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” I tease.
“Pretty sure I can make both memorable.” He punctuates the retort with a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh.
“Shit,” I hiss, and my head falls back.
The pad of his thumb brushes over my center. “Soaked through your panties for me every single time.”
I’m at risk of combusting.
He presses the fabric into me. “All for me. Just like everything else you do.” He continues fucking me with his fingers through the fabric so I can feel how wet I am.
And then he’s pulling the lace from my legs, balling them up before stuffing them into his pocket.
My mouth falls open. “Excuse me?”
“I think I’ll keep these.”
Everything is just a little too fuzzy to follow what’s happening. “What?”
A guilty grin flashes across his face. “One more pair and I’ve got myself a collection.”
“A collection?”
He ducks his head, kissing the inside of my thigh. “I’m not proud of it, Angel, but I swiped a pair after the shower.”
My brain short-circuits entirely. “You stole my underwear?”
“You left them on the floor.” His mouth brushes higher, slow enough to make my breath hitch. “I’d just seen you at the hospital. I was jealous, frustrated, halfway out of my mind over you.”
I blink at him in shock.
“So I took something I could keep.”
The sincerity in his gaze almost puts me in the ground.
“You seem pretty proud of yourself now,” I huff out, my composure slipping with each second he draws this out.
His laugh vibrates against my skin. “Hard to look contrite with your perfect cunt this close to my mouth.”
