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“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want this.”
“Come here.” He tugged her to him and eyed the kitchen table.
She noticed, and her brows rose. “Really?”
“It’s here.”
“Yes,” Emily said. “I don’t want to wait another minute.”
He pulled a condom from his pocket before he lowered his jeans and boxers. She moved to the table and backed up to it. Her eagerness worked for him, and he was rock hard as he slipped the condom on.
As much as he wanted to slide into her wet heat, he couldn’t resist falling to his knees to take a taste of her warm sweetness, like honey on his tongue and lips. He couldn’t get enough of her, flicking his tongue slowly in and out. Her body tightened, and she shuddered and bucked beneath his lips, saying his name on a moan as she came.
He rose then, easing one of her legs around his waist and leaning her against the table. With one hard quick thrust, he was inside of her, warm and wet and wondering if he might stay there forever. But this was just once, and he reminded himself of that fact. So, if it was once, he would enjoy it. Enjoy the hell out of it.
Emily’s eyes were at half-mast, but he wanted her to see him. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he wanted her to remember who made her feel this way.
“Look at me.”
Her green eyes darkened as she opened them. “You…you feel so good.”
He couldn’t say the same. He’d felt good before. This was better. This was a word that hadn’t been invented yet. When Emily made a soft little sound in the back of her throat and when she tightened around him, he could no longer hold back.
With one last thrust, he groaned and followed her over.
CHAPTER18
Emily
EventuallyStone and I made it to his bedroom, but I would never think of a kitchen table in quite the same way again. Now I fully understood what it felt like when the bedroom was too far away, when the need was so great the nearest surface would do. I’d received entrance into the Society of Satisfied Women, and I was likely never going to give up my membership card.
Once more, I found Stone could do one more thing with amazing skill. I mentally checked off the list: he could fly a plane, hold his own on the dance floor, rescue a damsel in distress, play a mean game of billiards and make a girl’s eyes roll to the back of her head. That last one was my favorite.
I hadn’t been this breathless since Rachel talked me into an Insanity workout session over a year ago. I hadn’t been back to that gym since, but I couldn’t say I didn’t want to be back under, and on top of, Stone again.
I hadn’t planned any of this when I’d come by to bring him dinner. But then he’d licked the sauce off my lips. That had started off an avalanche of licking and touching that hadn’t ended until he was inside of me.
I stretched and took a good long look at him now, lying asleep beside me. His body might as well be a statue chiseled out of the perfect definition of a man. Defined pecs and washboard abs. The strong biceps of a working man, and two military tattoos—a flag on his right bicep and an eagle on his ribcage.
Poor thing did look exhausted. No wonder, since I’d worn him out by begging him to do it again. And again. In my mind, I’d quickly redefined that “once” didn’t mean literally one time. It meant one session. Strange, because I’d never been quite so flexible with my rules. But this, again, was part of being a wild woman. Bending the rules, when it made sense.
Emily Parker, a wild woman. At last.
I lifted my head off the surprisingly soft pillow, and scanned the bedroom I’d been too busy to notice last night. A dresser, a lamp and a duffel bag near the closet gave off new meaning to sparse. The rest of his father’s house might be packed to the gills, but Stone’s room shouted ‘temporary.’ No pictures on the walls, either, save one framed photo of a plane.
Temporary or not, I would enjoy every moment of this, and my hand reached out to touch him one more time. But just before my hand reached his pec, he caught my wrist midair, causing my breath to catch.
One eye opened and assessed me.
“I was only going to touch you.” I swallowed.
“Sorry.” Both eyes now open, he released my wrist. “Go ahead.”
I let my hand rest on his right pec and caress down to his abs before I smiled at him, losing my nerve to go any farther. I had a lot to learn, and taking the initiative wasn’t in my bag of tricks. Stone wasn’t smiling. The hungry look in his eyes made me think of being eaten alive. I felt like a bunny alone in the big, vast forest. Except a bunny probably wouldn’t feel the intense and pleasant heat that ran a pathway straight from my heart down to my southern region, which I might as well rename the equator.
My heart skipped a beat. Holy Helena, it looked like he would bite me now, like he’d once said he might. “Want to tell me what happened Monday night?”
“You know what? I should probably go.”
