Page 54 of When He Defends
Emerson rose onto her toes with a gasp, even as her fingers flew up to clamp around his upper arms.
“So tight.”
Well, yes, it had been two years so…
“Emerson, baby, you’re still thinking.”
She was. Her mind seemed to be spinning at a hundred miles an hour. He was still dressed. She had to get him naked. She had to make sure he enjoyed what was happening. She had to?—
“Time to feel,” Gray rasped His hands moved in a blink to cup her waist and he pushed her onto the bed. He came down ontop of her. No, not fully on top of her. He leaned over her. His hands dropped and spread her thighs. Wide. He stared down at her exposed core, and her hands dove to cover her sex as another wave of vulnerability surged through her.
Only for Gray to catch her hands. To push them to her sides. “No more hiding.” His body shifted. He eased down beside the edge of the bed, crouching. Her legs dangled off the bed. He was between her dangling, spread legs.
His head lowered.
His breath rasped over her clit. Emerson’s breath choked out on a wave of longing. “Gray?”
He put his mouth on her. Her hips jerked. No, jolted. He clamped his fingers around her waist and pinned her to the bed as he suddenly justfeastedon her. Lips, tongue. Tasting and taking and plunging that wicked, wicked tongue into her body. He went from zero toconsumingin a blink.
Her hands grabbed the bedding. Fisted it. Her hips surged up against his mouth.
He licked her again and again. Growled and savored her and seemed to get hungrier, more frenzied with each swipe of his tongue.
She looked down at him. Thanks to the light, she could clearly see Gray.Right between my legs. Grayson Stone is going down on me.
One strong hand let go of her waist. His fingers slid between her thighs to join his mouth. He was stroking and teasing and licking and nothing had ever felt so good in her entire life.
His other hand rose to tease her nipple. To squeeze and pluck.
Sensation took over. A flood of pleasure as her whole body tightened in anticipation. She was on a tightrope of desire. At any moment, that rope was going to snap. She’d fall, but oh, that fall was going to begood.
His tongue lashed against her clit. Over and over and over and the rope snapped. Emerson was falling. Surging down hard, and she choked out his name as she came. The orgasm blasted through her entire body. Not some brief flash of pleasure, but a hard, surging wave that battered at her as the pleasure seemed to completely envelop her. Emerson could hear her own gasps and moans as she thrashed against the bedding and against Gray, and he kept right on lashing her with that wicked, ever-so-wonderful tongue of his.
And then…
The drumming of her heartbeat slowly eased. Her lashes lifted. She was pretty sure she’d squeezed her eyes shut when she came. Now she looked down at Gray. He slowly raised his head even as he remained crouched between her spread legs as they hung off the side of his bed.
“Sweetheart.” He licked his lips, as if savoring her. “I am a man of my word.”
She should form some kind of response. Have some actual speech.
“Less than two minutes.”
Holy crap, it had been.
“You were utterly wasted on Nathaniel Hadaway.” His hands curled around her thighs as his face darkened. “You’d be wasted on anyone but me. That’s why I am going to fuck you until you can’t think of anyone but?—”
The ringing of a doorbell cut through his words.
His teeth snapped together. He lifted his left hand. Glared at the stainless-steel watch around his wrist as he—what? Looked at the time? “Fuck,” he breathed.
Someone was at his door? Then? “Why…” Emerson stopped. Wet her lips. Her voice was way husky. Probably from all the gasping and moaning and, potentially, screaming. She was alittle hazy on the details. Had she screamed? Maybe. Possibly. Probably.
I wasn’t thinking. Just feeling.
Something that she didn’t usually do. Gray was certainly correct on that score. Usually, she couldn’t shut off her thoughts. But with Gray, she’d let go. She’d trusted him enough to let go.
She swallowed and tried speaking again. “Why is someone always interrupting us?”
