Page 69 of Deadly Attraction
He traced a finger along her jaw, then removed her glasses and set them aside. “Guess I better change that.”
A small smile curved her lips. “Good, because…”
“Because what?”
“I sort of like this role-playing thing.”
Yes!He ran a hand down between her legs. “You still haven’t stamped my book.”
She climbed out from under him and forced him onto his back. His erection stood proud as he lay under her perusal, shadows dancing across her face. Reaching out, she caught him with her hand, then climbed on top of the desk, straddling him.
“I’m going to stamp it right now,” she cooed. Leaning over, she ran her tongue up his chest and then settled herself on top of him.
As her slick folds parted to let him in, he grabbed her hips and guided her down. “I can’t wait to get you on my motorcycle.”
Her body began an erotic rhythm, breasts bouncing as she gyrated on top of him. Her bun had come undone and her hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Ooh, your motorcycle. I’d almost forgotten about that. I bet I could come up with a fantasy or two involving you and the bike.”
Oh, yeah, he was definitely up for those fantasies. His thumb probed her sensitive spot, rubbing her into an even more heated frenzy. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”
“Anything?” Her voice was ragged and breathy.
“Anything,” he promised.
That was the last word he spoke until he felt her coming with the force of a freight train, her body snapping into an arc that pushed those luscious breasts of hers into an evocative vignette above him.
As his hips bucked under her, he swore under his breath. The flesh-and-blood woman riding him was better than any fantasy. He lasted another couple of thrusts before climaxing himself.
Emma collapsed on top of him, her breasts pressing into his heaving chest, her hair fanning out over him like a protective cocoon. He rubbed her back and closed his eyes, wishing this night would never end.
Funny thing that. The past five Christmas Eves had felt like a never-ending hell on earth, and here he was on the anniversary of his twin’s death, wishing it would go on forever.
The desk wasn’t made for post-sex cuddling. Mitch helped Emma into the bathroom where they both remained silent as they waited for the water to heat, the deep hour of the night—this night—suddenly seeming to deserve a quiet reverence.
Once he had Emma in the shower, Mitch soaped her up, rinsed her off, and kissed her wet skin from the top of her shoulders to the sensitive spot behind her knees. She swooned, eyes closed, her fingers moving over him languorously. A blind woman learning the planes and valleys of his body.
After drying her off, he started to lead her back to bed, but she wrapped herself in a blanket and tossed a second one at him. “I want to show you something.”
Her hair was wet and wild, her face solemn but sanguine. “As long as it isn’t in the horse barn,” he teased.
She smiled, then led him down the hallway to the pull-down stairs.
He helped her lower them and enjoyed the view as she climbed the narrow steps. Waiting until she was at the top so he could get a could peek at what the blanket couldn’t hide, he tossed the one she’d handed him over his shoulder and made his own way up.
A few adjustments and she had the telescope positioned at the window. “I think the smoke has cleared enough we can see it.”
“It?”
She nodded, motioning him over.
Earlier, he’d checked his phone, hoping for a text or voicemail from Cooper, but there hadn’t been any. Maybe the satellites had been down when he’d tried to call or maybe the SWAT team hadn’t breached the house where Goodsman was yet.
And it was Christmas Eve, after all. People had places to go and presents to hide under their trees. Cooper had a young son and a fiancée to take care of. He might have gotten a bit distracted and would try to contact Mitch again as soon as the sun came up.
Dropping his blanket, Mitch came up behind Emma where she stood behind the telescope’s lens. Her blanket had fallen off one shoulder as she adjusted a knob on the long, fat tube, and he kissed the soft skin at the curve where her shoulder and neck met.
She shivered under his fingers and he tucked her in close, spooning her as they stood.
“What are we looking at?” he asked.
