Page 41 of The Rookie's Sister

He guides me through the cramped club with a hand hovering protectively at my back, sending sporadic thrills up my spine even though he doesn’t touch me again. Outside, he hails me a cab, opening the door like a true gentleman. But a glance at his intense eyes belie his polite manner. This restless energy thrums between us, craving an outlet.

I hesitate, half considering inviting him back to my place, consequences be damned. But the sane part of my alcohol-soaked brain knows I can’t complicate this entanglement any further. I have to set a line. A clear boundary.

Until he kisses me.

EIGHTEEN

XAVIER

Her kiss is intoxicating. For a moment, I lose myself in it, sinking into her warm mouth, the feel of her silky tongue stroking mine. But my good intentions resurface, forcing me to break the kiss before we get carried away. We’re still outside the club, in full view of passersby and paparazzi. And while I’d happily risk the media for another taste of Emma, everything will be easier for both of us if this doesn’t reach the papers.

I hand Emma into her taxi and head for my limo that’s pulling up behind.

Before I open the limo’s door, she’s right there, ready for me, with a fire in her green eyes that promises trouble.

“Come with me,” she purrs.

My mind spins as her words sink in and I have to resist the urge to press the heel of my hand against my zipper to calm my cock. God, I want to.

Emma’s fingers run down my arm. The heat in her eyes rivals the hot Chicago night. “What do you say?”

The world tilts as I weigh the pros and cons. It’s not like we haven’t done it before, but this is different somehow. More charged.

“Screw it. Let’s go. We’ll take the limo.”

I take her hand and lead her into the limo. As I slide in next to her, Emma gives the driver her address. I close the divider as he pulls into traffic, and I reach for Emma, my patience gone, my libido fueled by pent-up lust and liquor. She melts into my arms, her mouth soft and pliant as I take it. Her fingers dig into my arms, reminding me of how strong she is, and I feel the tight leash I keep on my control slipping. Then her teeth scrape my bottom lip and I lose it.

Pulling her onto my lap, I grip her hips and hold her in place as I grind up against her. She makes a mewling sound and I claim her mouth again, a growl escaping as I do. Her hands fist my shirt, and she rocks against me, her movements just as urgent as mine. I grab her thigh and mumble a curse as I remember she’s wearing jeans. Needing to feel her skin, I move my hand under her shirt, making a pleased sound when I find one of those firm, perfect breasts bare.

I’m barely aware that we’re groping each other in the back of a vehicle. A vehicle that someone else is driving. All that matters is the silk of her skin, the nipple tight against my palm, the taste and sounds of her.

By the time we stumble into Emma’s apartment, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes. Emma’s top lands somewhere on the kitchen floor while I peel off her tight jeans, kissing and tasting the smooth, creamy skin of her inner thighs as I strip her.

“The bedroom,” she gasps, tugging at my belt as soon as I straighten.

I chuckle as she pulls the belt free and tosses it aside, but I move her backward before she can take the last of my clothes off. I, however, take care of my pants myself as we go, managing to kick them aside without taking my mouth from hers.

We tumble into bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, our kisses heated and hungry. Her hands slide down to free me from my briefs, but I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head.

I grin down at her, loving the way her eyes darken as my grip on her wrists tightens just a bit. “Nuh uh, I’m in charge this time, Miss Thompson.”

She arches up into me, and I swallow the sassy reply on her lips with a bruising kiss. My free hand slips between her legs, and I smile against her mouth as she moans at the contact. While I’m not surprised to find her wet, I do feel a burst of masculine pride.

I stroke her lazily, enjoying the way she writhes against me, trying to push down on my hand, eager for more. She pulls against my hold on her, but I keep her pinned to the mattress, too entranced by her flushed cheeks and parted lips to relent. This tight, controlled woman needs to relax, and I intend to help her get there.

“Please,” she whines, her swollen lips forming a mock pout. “Don’t tease me.”

That pleading tone sets my blood on fire. I capture her lips again and oblige, lubricating two fingers before I slide them inside her and making her moan in pleasure. I move them in and out of her a couple times before pausing and crooking them, the pads of my fingers searching for that little rough patch inside her. I know I find it when her hips jerk and I smile as I gently rub it in circles. It isn’t long before she’s arching up off the bed and shuddering, getting closer and closer to her peak, as my thumb flicks across her clit.

“Not yet,” she whimpers, her head shaking from side to side. “Not without you. Please. I want us to go together.”

The desperation in her voice undoes me and I slide my fingers out of her. I climb off the bed and finally take off my underwear, Emma watching me hungrily as I grab a condom and then climb back onto the bed. Before I can lay hands on her again, she’s sitting up, wrapping her delicate hand around my cock and pressing me down onto my back.

“It’s my turn now.”

The gleam in her eyes excites me as much as her touch. She strokes me, twisting and squeezing with varying pressure until I’m going out of my mind. My head drops back as she goes faster, gripping my thigh with her free hand to steady herself as she lowers her head.

“Fuck, Em.” I curse a moment before she puts her mouth on me.

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