Page 48 of Crazy for You

Their waitress arrived, and Emma ordered a strawberry martini. Ryan got a beer. Truthfully, as hard as it had been not to stay in bed with Emma all evening, he was starving, too, and the chance to take her out here in Charlotte was something he couldn’t pass up.

“I think this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing is the best decision we ever made,” Emma said with a wink, a wide smile on her face.

“Yeah.” He still had a bad feeling it might backfire on them at some point, but right now? He was loving every minute.

They both ordered steak, and three martinis later, Emma sighed dreamily into the candle at the center of their table. “This was fantastic.”

“Want to go dancing?” he asked.

Her eyes sparkled. “That sounds fun.”

So they went to the nightclub downstairs, and they danced. This time, there was no pretense between them, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Emma danced with a kind of wild abandon that he couldn’t get enough of. She flung her hands in the air and twirled, totally lost to the beat. With a sly smile, she backed up, grinding her ass against him. His dick turned to granite inside his jeans.

She spun to face him then leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I want to try something new tonight.”

“What’s that?”

She grinned, her hips bumping against his. “Surprise me.”

All the blood in his body settled into a deep ache in his groin. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

She nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes, still dancing. He, on the other hand, was so turned on he could barely move. Surprise me. Oh, he would, but in the meantime, she kept surprising the hell out of him.

She settled in his arms, her hips still moving to the music. He drew her close, letting the rhythm of the music guide them as her hips wiggled to the beat. “I need you in my bed,” he growled in her ear. “Now.”

She sucked in a breath, her eyes sparkling in the reflection of the disco ball overhead, and made a beeline for the door. He hooked an arm around her shoulders and hustled her back to their hotel, not stopping until they were inside their room with the door locked behind them. Emma stood in the middle of the room, cheeks flushed, watching him expectantly.

His entire body pulsed with barely leashed need. He reached for the thin, blue scarf that she’d discarded by the bed after they arrived. Emma followed his actions with her gaze, her chest heaving. He took the scarf and covered her eyes, tying it behind her head. She sucked in a breath, reaching for him.

“No rushing me this time, baby,” he said, walking her slowly backward until they’d reached the bed. He reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, finding nothing but fabric.

“No zipper,” she said, her voice breathless. “It’s stretchy. It just goes over my head.”

Interesting. He could work with that. He fisted his hands in the clingy black fabric and slowly worked it up her thighs, baring the black lacy thong she wore beneath. He groaned, pausing to touch her. Emma gasped, her knees parting.

He went slowly over her hips, careful not to snag the edges of the bandage covering her tattoo. It would be time to take that off soon, but first things first. He slid the dress up her sides and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a black lacy bra and thong, leather boots, and the scarf still tied over her eyes.

He stood there for a moment, just drinking her in. So fucking sexy.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

He gave her a nudge with his hands, and she sat on the bed. “No, baby, I want you to touch yourself.”

She sucked in a breath. “What?”

“You said you wanted to try something new.” He unzipped her boots one at the time and tugged them off, then trailed his fingers up her legs and over her stomach.

She squirmed.

He popped the clasp and removed her bra then slid her thong down her legs. “Pretend I’m not here,” he murmured. “Show me how you please yourself.”

“Ryan…”

He lay on the bed beside her, his own body strung so tight that the lightest touch might make him snap yet completely caught up in the moment, watching as she lay back on the bed, her fingers trailing down her stomach to dip between her legs.

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