Page 8 of Just This Once

“I don’t give a fuck.” My tongue burned a path up her neck. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t stop this.”

Her gentle hums and moans as we kissed ratcheted the tension higher. Emily was soft and sweet. She seemed like the kind of woman who deserved a man who took his time and paid attention to every slope and dip of the curves beneath my fingertips.

“I told you I have a thing for librarians,” I teased.

Her throaty hum was nearly my undoing. My blood buzzed in a frenzy. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to be over her, under her, around her,in her.A woman I had met only hours before was completely and overwhelmingly consuming.

Once inside I pressed her back into the wall, pinning her in place with my body as my hands explored.

“And I told you,nota librarian.” She arched against me. “You sure talk a big game for someone namedWhip. Is that a name or a promise?”

I chuckled. This quiet, unassuming woman had a hidden fire that I inexplicably found myselfcraving. I dragged my teeth along the thin skin of her collarbone. “It can be whatever you want it to.”

Emily’s desperate breaths brushed across my ear. “God, you smell so good. Why do you smell so good?”

My nails dragged down the back of her thighs, hating the tights that covered her legs. I lowered her to her feet, bracing myself on the wall behind her. “Take your shoes off.”

Emily looked up at me, suddenly shy. Her teeth sank into her plump bottom lip. “You should know that I’m not very good at this.”

I studied her face. “This . . . ?”

“Sex.” Her blush deepened before she looked away. “It’s just something an old boyfriend told me once or twice, and it kind of stuck with me. I don’t normally do this with someone I don’t know, and I just thought maybe I should tell you ahead of time.” She rubbed her palms together, nerves rolling off her. “Shit. I’m sorry if I ruined the mood or whatever.”

My fingertips toyed with the hem of her skirt, teasing her inner thigh. “You didn’t ruin anything. Based on what I already know, that idiot didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.” My hands inched higher. “Is this okay?”

Emily’s trusting eyes met mine, and she nodded.

A sly smile twitched at the corner of my mouth. “Good. Now take your shoes off.”

Her tongue swept across her lips as she looked up at me with wide eyes and complied. She kicked off her shoes, and I sank tomy knees. My hands roamed up her legs, slipping beneath her skirt and finding the top band to her tights. With each breathy pant, I slowed my pace to a torturous descent down each leg, letting my fingertips rake down her thighs as I removed her tights.

Once her legs were free, my hands shoved the skirt of her floral dress upward. Only a thin swatch of silky black fabric covered her. I pressed my face over the fabric as she hitched a leg higher with a sharp inhale. From that angle, I could see the spot of wetness that had seeped out of her.

I pressed my thumb to the wet spot. “Already wet for me, Emily?”

Her knee came down as a shy blush pinked her cheeks. My cock throbbed beneath my jeans, hating every moment I wasn’t buried to the hilt inside this gorgeous, intoxicating woman.

I looked up from my knees at her. “Don’t be embarrassed. Not with me.”

Her arms draped over my shoulders as her blue-green doe eyes gazed down at me. “If you want to know how wet I am...” Watching her confidence build was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I ached when her right eyebrow pitched higher. “You could feel for yourself.”

My jaw flexed as I dragged the blade of my hand through her covered pussy. She was soaked.

I groaned a rough exhale.“Fuck, Em.”

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EMILY

Fuck,Em.

Two words, ground out on a delicious, tortured moan, had been my undoing. Coffee in hand, I braced myself against the counter in the teachers’ lounge as I stirred the creamer, remembering how those two words had sent electric tingles from my scalp to my toes before Whip hauled me over his shoulder, firefighter style, and stomped toward his bedroom.

That should have been my first clue.

We had hardly come up for air that entire night. He was assertive and attentive. He hadn’t even minded the shocked expression that twisted my face when he had shed his jeans to reveal his piercing.

Yep.

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