Rather than cook at Justin’s place, Emily prepared dinner ahead of time and packed it in a Tupperware container. Tonight, she was a woman with a plan, and wasting time in his kitchen didn’t figure into it. Tonight, she was going to seduce him.
Enough was enough. Thus far, his kisses and teasing touches had led nowhere, so it fell to her to take their relationship to the next level. She’d visited the lingerie store during her lunch break and purchased a sheer negligee and matching underwear.
In addition to the negligee, she also packed clean clothes and toiletries, hoping she wasn’t being overly optimistic. Wearing a short dress over the lingerie, she drove to Justin’s house half an hour early because she simply couldn’t wait any longer and marched to the door, leaving everything other than dinner in her car. She’d come back for it later. After. Letting herself inside, she put dinner in the fridge and went looking for him. A short hall extended from the living room, with three rooms adjoining it. One of those doors opened and she stopped abruptly at the sight of a mostly naked male torso.
Holy moly.
If God ever created a man in his image, Justin Simons was it: built, masculine, uncompromising. Her eyes alighted on the wall of muscle that was his chest. Firm pectorals, prominent trapezoids, and strong deltoids. She longed to trace the edge of the pecs with her fingertip and then beneath, to the ridges of his abdomen and further to where a deep vee grooved from the bottom of his obliques into the towel wrapped around his hips.
He straightened, hands on hips, arms bulging. Best of all, dark ink swirled around his shoulder in knots and twists. Emily’s mouth watered, and she promised herself, before the night was out, she’d follow the lines of that tattoo with her tongue.
“I was in the shower. Didn’t hear you arrive,” he said, making no move to cover himself. Water dripped from the tips of his damp hair onto his shoulders
“I let myself in,” she replied. “I hope that’s okay.”
Then, since he was already halfway to being naked and it seemed like an appropriate time, she stripped her dress off. It pooled at her feet, and now it was Justin’s turn to stare. She held her head high and refused to waver. She knew the ruby-red negligee suited her skin tone and left most of her exposed. She hoped he liked what he saw. Based on his hungry expression, she’d say he did.
When Emily removed her dress, Justin’s capacity for rational thought fled.
She was perfect. An angel of seduction.
The red lacy thing she wore alternately concealed and revealed, following the contours of her curves, dipping into the hollow between her breasts, presenting her for his enjoyment like a succulent, gift-wrapped present. One he wanted to unwrap inch by inch.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, feasting on her with his eyes. “Can I just look at you for a while?”
He needn’t have worried that she’d be too shy—she let him look his fill.
“Twirl for me,” he ordered.
Torturously slowly, she spun in a circle so he could see her from every side. What he saw only reinforced his initial impression. Perfect.
“Take it off.”
She pulled a ribbon tied in a bow above her cleavage and the fabric fell away, leaving her in a red thong and nothing else. Jesus. Her aureoles were pale peach, as he’d suspected. Her skin tone was even, as if she bathed in milk every day like Queen Cleopatra. In contrast, his own skin was marred by tan lines and patches of sunburn.
He’d wondered previously whether she’d have freckles, but except for an apricot-colored spot on her breast and another on her collarbone, she was free of blemishes. Surprising, given her coloring.
“I hope you’re sure about this,” he said, afraid to lay his greedy hands on her lest she have second thoughts. He wasn’t sure he could survive the frustration if she did.
“I’m sure,” she replied without hesitation. “I promise. And if you’re sure, too, I’d really appreciate it if you’d return the favor and get out of that towel.”
Bossy like a queen, too. A smile quirked his lips. Damn if he didn’t like her spunk.
He dropped the towel and kicked it to the side, now standing in only his briefs. “Better?” he demanded.
She pursed her lips, flicked a glance down to rest on his crotch, which throbbed in response to her scrutiny, then shook her head. “Still too many clothes.”
The laugh that boomed from his chest startled both of them. But while Emily’s brow furrowed with concern, Justin’s heart lightened. There had never been laughter between him and Chloe during moments of intimacy. Already, things with Emily were better and they weren’t even naked yet.
She had laid down the gauntlet. He responded by shaking off his underwear and posing for her, flexing his biceps and tensing his abs, his erection jutting out proudly as if trying to get closer to the source of its excitement. When it came to his body, he was confident bordering on arrogant. While he may overlook personal grooming from time to time, his physically demanding job ensured he was fitter than many gym junkies.
“Happy now?”
“Hmm.” Emily stared at him, looking equal parts fascinated and nervous.
That’s right, sweetheart. This will be inside you real soon.
He could lose his head just thinking about it. In the past, he had suppressed his dirtiest fantasies because he thought that was what Chloe wanted, but the way Emily had reacted to his rough kisses and manhandling over the last couple of days made him optimistic he wouldn’t have to rein in his impulses like he had before. That possibility only excited him further.
You can’t afford to get this wrong, he reminded himself. He had to make it so earth-shatteringly good for her that she became addicted to him and accepted she couldn’t get the same pleasure from anyone else.
Emily swallowed apprehensively, and a flicker of doubt splashed like icy water down his spine. He hadn’t been able to please Chloe enough to keep her around, and he hadn’t tried with another woman since. What if he failed with Emily, too?
He shut down the thought. Failure wasn’t an option.
“Stop thinking,” Emily said, as if she could hear the cacophony of voices arguing in his head.
He was about to say he couldn’t just switch them off when she lowered her thong so she was totally naked before him. And then, he discovered he could indeed switch them off, given sufficient distraction.
“Come here,” Justin growled, low and gravelly.
Even his voice made Emily wet. She went to him. To her surprise, when he reached for her, his hands landed in strictly PG locations. He cupped her face and anchored her to him with a hand on her hip. Then he kissed her.
As with their New Year’s kiss, it started sweet and soft, but when Justin scraped his teeth over her bottom lip, she moaned and rocked into him and the kiss heated quickly, becoming a gnash of tongues and teeth. They tasted each other, boldly stroking and licking. He nipped at her mouth, pinching her full lower lip between his teeth then running his tongue along its length. The contrast between the gentlemanly way he held her and the crude plundering of her mouth made her desperate for him to do the same thing all over her body. She wanted him to lick and bite and love every inch of her.
“Touch me,” she begged, sounding breathless and reckless, totally unlike herself.
“How do you want to be touched?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder, his beard rough against her skin. He nuzzled her gently, tongue darting out to taste her collarbone. He found the spot where he’d bitten her the day before, clamped his teeth on it and sucked. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for her to know he’d leave a mark.
She whimpered and clasped him tightly to her, searching for pressure to ease the ache between her legs. She loved the idea of him marking her, then after he was gone, she’d see the marks and remember all of the filthy, wonderful things they’d done together.
“Like that,” she murmured. “Just like that. But please, I need your hands on me. Everywhere. All over.”
The hand on her neck burned a trail of fire down her body to join the other. He gripped her butt cheeks and squeezed, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He guided her along the length of his erection, the blunt head dragging through her slick folds, then crushed her to his pelvis. Her head fell back and her mouth opened on a gasp as pleasure jolted through her, sudden and intense.
“You like that,” he rasped, watching her face intently.
She barely managed to nod. He closed his eyes and slid her back along his erection, and she cried out.
“You like me being rough. Aw, hell, Em. You’re so perfect.” He rocked their bodies together and breath hissed between his teeth. “So perfect for me.” Something scraped the back of her thighs. The bed. “Lie down, sweetheart,” he said. “Legs apart. Open yourself for me.”
She lay back, then took a hold of her knees and drew them to the sides, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable. For a long moment he just looked at her, and she wondered what he was thinking. It was impossible to tell what was going on behind those near-black eyes. Before she could ask, he knelt and lowered his mouth.
She squeaked in shock. He caught her eyes and smiled wickedly. Using his mouth and lips, he teased her into a mindless state of need, then slipped a finger inside her and crooked it. As he did, his tongue flicked her, and she shuddered, breasts heaving. He did it again, then added a second finger, stretching her until she felt full. Good God, if his fingers devastated her like this, how would she ever survive sex?
She kept her eyes on him, and the sensations he created were made all the more erotic by seeing his mouth on her, watching his fingers plunge into her body. When he twisted his hand and pressed down on her, stars exploded behind her eyes and her body went limp.
Justin had never seen anything as mesmerizing as Emily when she came. First, her eyes squeezed shut, then her entire body shook, and finally his name passed her trembling lips and she collapsed.
She entranced him.
“Emily,” he murmured. “Sweetheart, how do you feel?”
Her eyelids fluttered, her irises now a deep moss color as she studied him from beneath her lashes. “Wonderful,” she replied softly. “That was beyond amazing. I never dreamed…”
Satisfaction roared through him, and he felt like a king. “You liked it?”
“I more than liked it.” She blinked, the haziness in her eyes lifting, and smiled saucily. “Now it’s my turn.”
He didn’t have to wonder what she meant for long. She sat up and pulled him onto the bed with her, then straddled his legs. Her slender fingers wrapped around his length and she moistened her lips. He pulsed helplessly in her palm, liquid beading at the tip. Oh, God. He couldn’t… She couldn’t… She started to lower her head.
“No!” he gasped, yanking free of her.
She frowned and reached for him again. “Why not? You had your fun.”
He groaned. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m wound pretty tight, sweetheart. I need to make this good for you, but if you play with me like you want to, I won’t be able to do that. You can play later.” God, he hoped she would. He’d love to have her hot mouth on him, but not as much as he needed to get inside her.
He shifted her to the side, rolled away, grabbed a condom and sheathed himself, then returned and caged her between his arms, holding himself up so he wouldn’t crush her. He tested her with his blunt head.
“You’re so wet,” he said tightly. “So ready for me.”
He eased in, an inch at a time. He was thick and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but then she grasped his ass and thrust upwards, impaling herself on him. His head spun. Her narrow channel clasped him tight and pleasure built at the base of his spine.
Shit. Get yourself under control, man.
He couldn’t come in two thrusts like a chump kid. He had to get her there first. Luckily, he was learning what made her hot. He claimed her mouth with luscious, carnal kisses, dragging her deep into the storm of sensation with him. He nipped the end of her tongue, then licked it better. She clamped around him. He hooked his arm under her leg and drew her knee up so he had better access to her. Then he drove into her with long, satisfying thrusts.
“I love it when you do that,” she gasped, rolling her hips to meet him.
Her breaths came quickly, her beautiful breasts bouncing with each thrust. The pressure at the base of his spine grew. He gritted his teeth. Even his wildest fantasies didn’t come close to this. Emily was a mass of contradictions, his sweet angel with a wild side. If other men saw her this way, they’d be queuing up for miles to vie for her affection.
The thought of her with other men was like a stab in the gut. Desperate to assert his control, he dropped her leg and pressed his palm into her arousal. She bucked against his hand, but he held firm. Her head thrashed from side to side, eyes closed, desperate for the release only he could give her.
“That’s right, Em,” he encouraged. “Come for me. I want to see you come again.”
He’d become a voyeur, getting off on witnessing her pleasure. He needed it. Was greedy for any sign of her approval. She moaned and spasmed around him. The moment before she drew him over the edge, her eyes opened and captured him as he emptied into her with a hoarse shout.