Page 82 of The Texan's Secrets

She stripped off her bulky earth-toned sweater and the T-shirt beneath in one fell swoop, revealing her lacy bra in the dim pot lights in his foyer.

“I missed you too,” she whispered, coming up on her toes to kiss his mouth.

He mumbled around her lips. “There’s something I have to—”

“Sh,” she ordered. “Talk later.” Having made it through his buttons, she pulled his shirt from his shoulders and pressed herself satisfyingly against his bare skin.

“But—”

“What iswrongwith you?” she asked on a laugh. “I’m tearing off your clothes.”

“You are,” he agreed, looking both amused and bemused now.

“So, get with the program already.” She peeled off her bra.

His eyes fixed on her breasts and darkened. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s more like it.”

He cupped her breast in his warm palm, and she moaned with pleasure. Then he kissed her neck, once and again, lower, working his way to the tip of her shoulder. He slipped an arm around the small of her back and drew her closer still.

“I want to go on record here,” he whispered as he kissed the shell of her ear.

“Youareon record,” she said. Then she popped the top button of his jeans. Her knuckle grazed the front of his fly, and he sucked in a tight breath.

“Fine,” he growled. “Fine.”

“Good,” she answered.

They stripped off the rest of their clothes, tossing them to the cool hardwood floor.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He took a few steps until her back came up against a smooth wall.

She wanted to savor the sensations, but she didn’t want to wait. She shifted against him, encouraging completion.

“No,” he said gruffly.

“No?” What was he talking about?

“Not here.” He held her firmly against his chest and headed down a dark hallway.

She closed her eyes, feeling the strength of his broad hands, the brush of his thighs, the cool puff of his breath and the steady beat of his heart.

Too soon he was lowering her, breaking their contact, setting her on cool, smooth sheets. Before she could miss him, he’d reached for a condom then was there beside her, pulling her back into his arms, exploring the depths of her mouth and starting caresses that made her squirm and beg for more.

The room felt big, though she couldn’t see the corners. The air was fresh against her heated skin. The moon shone through a big window, faint stars twinkling around it, creating a cocoon of sensuality around them.

She absorbed the magic of his kisses, ran her fingertips over his taut chest, feeling, exploring, moving lower to his washboard stomach. When she went lower still, he gasped and rolled her onto her back.

“Emilia,” he rasped, gazing into her eyes. “I am falling so hard for you.”

She smiled because his words warmed her through to her core.

He smiled back and eased into her.

She tipped her head, arched her back, closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations of his body.

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