Page 74 of That One Night
And then she pressed her bare chest against his and it felt like heaven. Soft skin against hard. His breath felt ragged as she leaned in to kiss his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his lips.
There was such a sweet danger to being half naked with this woman on the porch of his cottage. Sure, he wasn’t expecting any visitors and neither was she, but it still felt like they were exposed.
He was so damn aware that if they were seen like this it would be worse for her than for him. It was an annoying fact that the world judged women and lauded men. But he knew that if it came to that he’d throw himself in the way. He’d do anything to protect this woman.
Even if she didn’t need his protection.
She leaned back, her hands tracing the thick muscles of his shoulders, before trailing down to his chest. Her fingers brushed against his nipples and he gasped.
“You like that?” she whispered.
“I like everything you do.” And wasn’t that the truth? He would never get bored of this woman. He had to grit his teeth as she leaned in to kiss them, her tongue flickering at his like she was feeling him out.
“Fuck…” Every touch of her sent a shot of pleasure down to his dick. He slid his thumb under her chin, tipping her head up until their eyes caught. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna come.”
“From me kissing your nipples?” Her eyes narrowed like she found that a turn on.
“From you being here with me.” He brushed her lips with his again. “From being mine.”
But he’d got it all wrong, he realized. It was so much more than that.Hewashers.And that was the truth of it. All she had to do was say his name and he was gone.
“Then take what’s yours,” she told him, reaching down to unbutton her shorts. The band gaped open, revealing the taut skin of her stomach and the scalloped edge of her lace panties. She slid off of him, kicking off her sneakers before she pulled her shorts down her toned legs, kicking them away too.
And there she was, this piece of art, standing in front of him, wearing the same kind of tiny panties he still had in his cottage.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked her.
A smile played at her lips. “Tell me.”
But he preferred to show her instead. He pulled her back to his lap, kissing her, caressing her soft skin. His fingers played at her nipples, making her gasp. Then he slid his hands down, his fingers touching the lace of her panties.
“I need you,” she whispered. Her hand reached for him, her fingers unbuttoning his jeans before sliding inside his boxers. Her eyes widened when she felt how rock hard he was for her.
He had been all day. Every time he thought about her.
Then she pulled him out, the warm air surrounding him as she kissed him back, her body so close to his he could feel her wetness.
“Emery…”
“I want you inside of me,” she told him, her mouth soft.
“Birth control?”
“I’m covered.” Her eyes met his. “And I had a test last month. I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
She smiled softly, her hand still circling him. She pulled those pretty lace panties to the side, like she couldn’t wait long enough to pull them down. Then her hand lined him up, his thickness brushing against her most intimate place.
As soon as she slid down on him, it felt like a billion fireworks exploding in his brain.
She let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion.
“Okay?” He held her in his arms, brushing his lips against hers.
“Yes.” She locked her own arms around his neck, letting him slide his hands to her hips and move her down. He took it slowly, filling her up, feeling her pulse around him as she got used to his size.
“You’re inside of me,” she whispered, a smile pulling at her lips.
