Page 12 of Forbidden Flames

He felt her! Hendrix sensed her whole body going soft, then she leaned into him. “This is going to mess things up,” she murmured.

But Hendrix wasn’t waiting to hear how things will be messed up. This was damn good! He’d waited two whole years to kiss her and he wasn’t waiting another second.

“You’ve been warned,” he said, as he pulled her in closer, almost lifting her up. Slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, giving Emily plenty of time to pull away. To slap him. To laugh at him for doing something so outrageous.

But her only reaction was her lips trembling under his, her head tilting back. He heard a soft whimper and knew that she wanted him nearly as badly as he wanted her. Stepping backwards, he lifted her up onto the countertop, his mouth moving hungrily over hers. Again and again, he kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips as he silently asked for permission for more.

When she gave it, he nearly lost his mind. Emily was kissing him back! And her lips were softer than he’d ever thought possible! Emily was kissing him and…damn, he could die like this. Every part of her, those soft fingers in his hair and her full breasts pressing against his chest, her legs wrapping around his hips, sent his mind reeling, his body aching to fill her up, to feel every inch of her.

But he had to take this slowly. This was Emily. He’d wanted her for two damn years. He wouldn’t rush this. He’d give her plenty of time to…!

“Take off your sweater, Hendrix,” she said, her voice trembling as her fingers moved from his neck to fumbling at the hem of his sweater. “Don’t stop kissing me, but take it off!”

He followed her instructions, reaching one hand over his head and pulled at the neck of his tee-shirt and sweater, tugging both off at the same time.

“Your turn,” he rasped out, taking her sweater and pulling it gently over her head. Her hands immediately lifted, allowing him to toss the material out of the way. When he gazed down at her, he saw her breasts swelling over the tops of the black bra. He saw her nipples pressing against the thin material and nearly died right then and there.

“You’re so damn beautiful!” he told her, then kissed her again while his hands moved to explore this new part of her.Every part of her was lovely and she hissed, kissing him back with an intensity that he’d never hoped to enjoy.

And to feel her hands on his bare skin? Hell, he loved it! Her elegant fingers glided over his back and shoulders, his arms, then up to his neck. When she tugged at his hair, he gripped her hips, pulling her closer.

“Bedroom!” she gasped when his hands cupped her breasts.

Hendrix was perfectly fine making love to her right here at the kitchen counter, but the lady made a request and he wanted to please her in every way. So he lifted her up, feeling her legs tighten around his waist as he looked around. There had been a hallway off the family room. He knew from the outside that the house was small, so there weren’t too many places to hide a bedroom. He carried her down the short hallway and, thank you God! He kicked open the first door to reveal a queen sized bed. There wasn’t much more space in the bedroom, but the bed was all he needed.

Laying her down on the quilt, he pushed away from her, his body throbbing with the need to make love to her, to know every damn thing about her.

“Are you sure, Em?”

He stared down at her, noticed the way her body shifted impatiently against his.

“Yes. But, ifyouwant to stop, then that’s–”

She couldn’t finish her statement because he kissed her again. Hendrix didn’t want to hear about stopping. If she was ready for this, then he was going to make sure that she didn’t regret a single moment of their time together. Not just becausehe wanted to satisfy Emily, but because he needed for this to not be a one-time happening.

Bracing his hands on either side of her head, Hendrix tried one more time. “Emily, I want you. I’ve wanted you for years.” He struggled to keep his eyes on hers instead of roaming over her body. “But if you want me to stop, just say so.”

“You’ve wanted this…for years?” she asked, her hand moving to cup his jaw.

Hendrix was conscious of the scruff on his cheek, but turned his head so that he could kiss the palm of her hand. When he looked at her, his eyes glowed with his sincerity.

“From the moment I first met you,” he murmured.

Chapter 12

Emily couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He’d wanted her all this time? That was…two years ago? And he hadn’t done anything about his interest in her until now?

She would be angry about his lack of action later. Right now, she had Hendrix in her bedroom with his shirt off. Later, she’d berate him for holding back but tonight, she didn’t want him holding anything back. Not a single reaction. She wanted all of him!

“I’m on birth control, but there are also condoms in the bedside table,” she whispered to him.

His eyes seemed to heat up as he processed her words. Would he walk away from her now? Please don’t!

“The condoms have been in that drawer for two years,” she admitted.

Hendrix pulled back slightly. He stared down at her for another long moment, then he turned his head, searching for, and finding, the bedside table. Swiftly, he rifled around in the drawer and found the box. It was buried under a hair ties and…!

“Wait!” she gasped, wiggling out from underneath him. “I’ll get them!” she told him, grabbing his hand before he could…! Too late. Hendrix froze, obviously finding something intriguing in that drawer. He grinned down at her, a dark eyebrow going up, then looked around for the box. Thankfully, a moment later, he found it and pulled it out. He ripped the top of the box open, then dumped several condoms on the bed beside her.

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