Page 63 of Deadly Attraction
Those lashes of hers dipped down, her hands on his shoulders holding on tight. “God, I hope so.”
She licked her lips and he caught the bottom one between his teeth, kissing her as she moved against him, her core tightening around his fingers.
Jesus, he needed to slow down, take her the proper way and make it good for her. Show her what this meant to him, his appreciation for the comfort she’d given him. He should haul her upstairs to her big, old bed, strip her slowly, and take his time memorizing her curves, the feel of her skin, the taste of her on his lips.
His cock had other ideas, especially when she unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside.
Her fingers were cool and gentle, teasing him into the air. Once he was free of his pants, she gripped him firmly and gave a tug.
And goddamnit. He was about to come just from that.
Distract her before you embarrass yourself.
He ripped off her shirt with his free hand, saw the sexy lace beneath. Peach, a shade or two darker than her skin. Nipples strained against the fabric, taunting, begging for him to take them into his mouth, like the previous day, before they’d been interrupted.
Grabbing her wrist and removing her hand from his too-hard dick, he bent down and suckled a nipple through the fabric.
She arched again, legs spreading wider. The hand that was still free grasped at his back, her nails digging into his shoulder. Shoving her wrist up to the cupboard overhead, he took his time laving her nipple through the lace, nipping at it, then kissing away the pain.
Her breath came in gasps, her pelvis slapping into his palm where his fingers worked at her core. Moaning his name, she pulled him closer, even as he held her captive, using his teeth to tug the peach material, now wet from his mouth, away from her breast.
Baring all that beautiful skin.
So damned perfect. The breast was heavy and round, her areole the same peach color as her bra. He licked her from the beautiful underside of her heavy breast, up and over the hard tip, trailing his tongue to the base of her throat where her pulse pounded.
Her release came fast and with enough force that she cried out again, this time with his name on her lips as her spine bowed backward. He milked her orgasm with his fingers, capturing her mouth with his and looking into her lust-fogged eyes as she came apart in his arms. Releasing her wrist, he bound her to him as she peaked, her hips still moving in a frantic rhythm that was erotic as hell to watch.
When she finally stilled, Mitch swung her into his arms and carried her upstairs. She nestled her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around him.
His erection was still so hard, the stairs were a bitch to climb, but he managed to get halfway up before the Labs ran by him, stopping at the top and sitting, tongues out as they panted, tails wagging as if they thought this was a game.
Emma raised her head slightly and ran a hand over the stubble on his jaw. “That was amazing.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he told her, need driving him. “I’m going to rip off the rest of your clothes and fuck you blind, Doc. Hope you’re up for it.”
Her hand forced his face to turn toward her. She kissed him, her tongue forcing itself into his mouth as her fingers went up the back of his skull and tugged on his hair. “Bring it, on, Agent,” she said against his lips. “I’m more than ready for you.”
The huskiness of her voice and the way her eyes were steady on his nearly dropped him. His tiny brain—not so tiny at the moment—told him to take her right there on the stairs. “After I fuck you properly in your bed, I’m going to haul you into your office and make you put on those reading glasses. Then I’m going to fuck you on your desk.”
“Do you have handcuffs, because I’m thinking of a few things I’d like to do to you as well.”
She giggled and her boldness made him chuckle. She always had a comeback. Nothing he said ever shocked her. “I might be able to scrounge up some zip ties from the cab of my truck.”
Her smile was mischievous. “Excellent.”
His lascivious desire renewed, he had no trouble climbing the last few stairs and throwing Emma on her bed. She rolled to her side and lit a candle on the nightstand. He closed the door on the dogs and stood for a moment, lost in her beauty as she leaned back on her elbows and smiled over at him.
Her hair was undone and messy, her shirt gone, her jeans open at the waist, and one breast on full display. The nipple was still puckered tight from his earlier ministrations.
“Take off your bra,” he told her.
“Take off your pants,” she countered.
He stalked to the bed, let the pants fall. Lifting one brow, he wiggled his fingers at her to ante up.
Staring at his very out-there erection, she licked her lips and unhooked her bra, dangling it in front of him before dropping it to the floor.
He was naked save for his socks. She still had her pants on. “Lose the jeans. And the panties,” he added.
