Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
She stands so close our elbows bump together. When I shut off the water, she hands me a paper towel.
“That’s better.” I toss the towel in the trash and reach for her again. “Come here.”
The corners of her mouth twitch and she backs up a few steps. “Come where?”
On my face, dick, fingers, I really don’t care.
I pull her close again, lightly gripping her chin and tilting her head back. She stares up at me, breathing hard. I lean down, fusing my mouth to hers, stealing kisses like a starving man.
Like a match set to dynamite, she blazes to life, curling her arms around my neck. Sliding both hands from her waist to her ass, I lift her in my arms. She hugs me tighter, kisses harder.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper against her lips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
My cock’s painfully trapped behind my fly and Emily rubbing herself up against me only increases the agony. The walk out of the kitchen is painful and clumsy as she keeps kissing me and I try not to bang us into walls or furniture.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I rasp, dragging my mouth away from hers.
“Upstairs.”
Of course it is.
I could carry her up the stairs but I don’t want to risk dropping her. No delays. And I couldn’t stand it if I hurt her. I set her on the bottom step and with my hands at her waist, turn her around.
“Show me the way.”
She reaches for my hand, closing her soft fingers around mine, then turns and heads up the stairs. Yeah, this view was definitely worth letting go of her. I want to sink my teeth into her ass.
“I like these jeans on you,” I say.
“Libby says they’re out of style.”
I snort with laughter. “I like your style.” Hell, I like every last thing about her.
She leads me into a room near the top of the stairs. It’s too dark to make out many details. And I’m not exactly concerned about the decor at the moment.
She picks up a little rectangle, presses a button, and three candles flare to life. Enough light to see where I’m going.
With quick, eager steps she crosses the room to curtains covering a large window. Orienting myself, I figure it must look out at the side yard. But she doesn’t open the curtains for the view. She bends over and flicks a switch. A shower of tiny white lights twinkles against a backdrop of silvery fabric.
“Serena got me into all these little lights and stuff,” Emily says, shrugging and wringing her hands. As if she expects me to criticize her lighting choices.
“I like it.” I reach behind me and nudge the bedroom door closed. Her whole bed somehow stands between us. “What are you doing all the way over there?” I ask.
She leans over and touches something on a small desk near the window. “I wanted to show you the flowers.”
My gaze lands on the bouquet. She really did leave them in a spot where they’d be directly in her line of sight. Now I’m even happier I remembered to send them.
I move closer to her and study the arrangement for a few seconds. I wanted to give her something pretty, and unique—like her. “They reminded me of you.”
“You said that.” She presses closer to my side, brushing her arm against mine.
I turn to face her and lean in, inhaling her fresh, clean scent. With one hand, I sweep her hair over her shoulder and brush my lips against her neck, over her pulse.
“Oh.” She gasps in surprise and angles her head to give me room.
I clamp one hand on her hip and pull her against me. The sweetest moan passes her lips. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, bracing herself. I find my way to her lips again and she opens for me immediately. Her fingers slide from my shoulder into my hair, tugging with an eagerness that makes me groan.
Somehow, I work my hands between us, tugging at the tiny hidden buttons of her blouse. Jesus, my big hands were not made for buttons this damn small. It takes some finessing but I work the first few loose.
Emily lets out a throaty laugh and pulls back, quickly unbuttoning it the rest of the way and letting the material slip from her shoulders. She tosses the blouse on the desk.
Fuck me. I step back and take in the bright-pink bra barely containing her breasts and run my hand over my chin.
She brings her hands to the button of her jeans and plays with it for a second. “Should I continue?”
“Definitely.”
Laughing at my not-fucking-around response, she slowly slides them over her hips. Matching pink panties come into view. Damn, that’s cute.
“You match the roses,” I say. At least I think so. I can’t take my eyes off her long enough to verify.