Page 56 of Trouble Me
Oh yeah, two could play at the game she’d put him through.
When he started to lower the zipper, she held up a hand and stood. “Wait. As the winner, let me do the honors.”
She came around the table and laid her hands on his chest. His muscles tightened under her touch as she drew them down his torso, her eyes following the movement of her hands. She moved his out of the way and he let them drop to his sides. Emma flattened her palms against his abs and slid them down in a slow torturous motion. With a smile and a devilish look from under her lashes, she caressed his hard length through the denim before sliding the zipper down slowly. Shane brought up his hands to grab her hips, but she maneuvered out of his reach before he could touch her.
She wagged a finger at him. “No, no. You lost, this is my show.”
The whole game had been her show, but Shane wasn’t complaining. He growled, making her laugh, but pulled his hands back, fisting them at his sides. Emma was driving him bat-shit crazy, standing so close and touching him without letting him touch her. The whole poker game had been an exercise in prolonged foreplay, and he was at the end of his rope.
That tether of patience was fraying. This woman was the only person in the world who tempted him without fail on a daily basis. She tortured him in every possible way, with her body, mind, and spirit. He couldn’t keep his hands off her when she was within arm’s length of him, and right now he wanted nothing more than to gather her up and haul her back upstairs to bed. To spend the rest of the stormy, winter day having his way with her.
But fair was fair. He’d lost the last round—although he still wasn’t sure how—and he had to pay the piper. Shane had to admit, though, with her hands running all over him, her body covered in nothing more than a scrap of lace, and the anticipation of getting her out of said panties, it was a win-win situation.
When the button was undone and the zipper unzipped, Emma walked around him, her fingertips teasing and taunting as they danced back up his abs, then over his chest and biceps.
His muscles flexed involuntarily underneath her touch. Otherwise, he stayed still and let her scent wrap itself around him as she continued her perusal. The heat of her eyes on him warmed his skin, and the soft caress of her fingers trailing down his spine gave him chills. Her other hand brushed over his ass, and even though the touch was feather-light through his jeans, he was burned by it.
He closed his eyes in surrender when she placed an open-mouthed kiss directly between his shoulder blades and, God help him, he shivered. She continued to walk around, dragging her fingertips across his hip. Shane sucked in a breath at the light touch across his skin. When Emma stood in front of him again, she looked up into his eyes and, with a wicked smile, slid to her knees.
“Emma, you don’t need...” He trailed off when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. With her eyes on his, she moved down his erection and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Reminding himself to breathe, he fisted a handful of all that gorgeous hair he loved while she worked him over with her sultry mouth. “Son of a bitch, Emma. You will be my undoing.”
The howling of the wind outside mimicked the howling desire that coursed through him. The world fell away when she looked at him, her eyes darkened to a deep brown with lust. As much as he enjoyed her mouth on his cock, when he came, he wanted to be inside her. With herculean effort, he gently tugged on her hair until she pulled away.
“Come here.” He said, his voice low and husky.
She stood and her arms came up around his neck and her hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her body up against him, her warmth setting him on fire. His hands gripped her hips, but he moved them no further. This was still her show after all, and she was in control. Her lips came within a breath from his and her eyes roamed his face before settling on his mouth. “Shane, there's something I want you to know.”
“What's that?” he asked, his voice rough.
“I'm on the pill.” It took a moment for his sex-hazed brain to kick in, but he caught her meaning, and he nearly finished before he began.
“You're the only woman I've been with since my last physical.”
The smile that curved her lips stopped his heart. “Touch me. Please.” Her voice was a whisper and a plea, both wrapped in seduction.
It was all he needed to hear.
He wanted to drag her down to the floor, tear off the last scrap of fabric covering her with his teeth, and finally slake the all-consuming lust he had for her. But for all the caveman proclivities that played out in his head, he couldn’t bring himself to follow through. Instead, he slowly, achingly moved his hands down and palmed her ass.
Her skin was warm and her nipples were pebbled hard against his chest. Emma purred under his hands while his lips brushed over hers, driving them both crazy. Shane hooked a hand behind her thigh, lifting her leg up over his hip. When he lifted her off her feet, she wrapped her long legs around his waist, causing him to harden further and push up against her core, which was right in line with his erection.
Their eyes held as he walked them over to the sofa. He sat down with her in his lap, where she lifted up and kneeled over him, one finger hooked into the side of her panties. “Care to help me get rid of these?” Her voice was smooth, seductive, and designed to make him beg.
“Yes, please.” Shane gathered a handful of lace and yanked. “I’ll gladly buy you some new ones.” The tearing sound mixed with her soft moan sent another wave of lust through him and he tossed the destroyed scrap of fabric to the floor. Emma shifted to straddle him, grinding her core against him. A thrill shot through Shane knowing that she wanted it as much as he did.
“Your turn.” She tugged at his jeans and he lifted his hips just enough for the denim to get past his hips. Shane couldn’t wait much longer to touch her silky skin again.
His hands slid up into her hair and his fingers tightened gently against her scalp. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Yes, plea—” Before Emma could finish her sentence, Shane brought her head down, crashing their mouths together. Her mouth opened for him immediately and he wasted no time devouring her. Their tongues slid together in a dance made for lovers since the beginning of time.
Shane slanted his head, deepening the kiss. The wordmineflashed in his brain over and over, and the animalistic need for her clawed at his throat. There was a roar in his ears and breathing became a concerted effort. But as much as he wanted to possess her, he wanted to take his time.
Her hands alternated between curling into fists on his chest, searching for purchase, and lying flat against his pecs. Emma moaned into his mouth, becoming more and more restless. When they finally came up for air, they panted as though they were drowning. And in a way, he was. He was drowning in a sea of Emma with no life preserver. She continued to hold his gaze, her eyes a storm of emotions. Lust swirled with need and other emotions that he couldn’t read.
His chest tightened with all the emotions she brought out in him. He wanted to put them to words, but something stopped him. Before he could think, Emma shifted again and sank down on his cock, enveloping him in all her sweet heat.
They moaned in unison at the connection. He brought his hands up to her hips and anchored her to him. He was deeper inside of her than he ever had been, and the intensity of it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced with any other woman.
