Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Emma
His gaze caresses my face, his eyes lingering on my mouth.
“Kiss me,” he orders in a strangled moan. “Kiss me.”
I slide my hand up to his bicep, trailing my fingertips over the firm muscle before I glide my fingers along his skin and into the hair on the back of his head.
Urging his head down, I rise to my tiptoes. I lock eyes with him. “Meet me halfway.”
He does.
His mouth lowers onto mine. The kiss is gentle and tender as if it’s hiding the promise of what is waiting just beneath it.
I tighten my grip on his hair, tugging it, coaxing him.
I’m impatient.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man. The need I feel is pouring out of me.
He deepens the kiss. With his hand on my waist, he twists me around until my back hits the wall. His knee edges my legs apart.
“You’re ready,” he whispers as his lips feather over mine. “You want this.”
“So much.”
His hand falls to my thigh. His fingers trace small circles over my flesh. Each move brings him closer to my core.
I groan when his touch drifts up.
“Case,” I whine into our kiss. “Please.”
I won’t beg for this, but if a kiss can bring a woman to orgasm, it would be from this man.
I pull back when he tugs on the hem of my shirt. In a heartbeat, it’s over my head and on the floor.
His gaze drops to my breasts. Natural and full, the nipples are perked from my need for him.
“Jesus.” The word escapes him in a rush before he bows his head to take one nipple between his teeth. He holds it there, the bite of pain stirring my desire more. I try to edge my legs together, but he pushes me harder against the wall, his knee rising between my thighs.
His tongue lashes my nipple again and again. I gasp when his hand finds my other breast. He circles that nipple lightly, tenderly. The sharp contrast to his teeth on the other is almost too much.
Closing my eyes, I sink my nails into the skin of his shoulder.
The ache between my legs is so much I reach down.
He stills. His body stops. His mouth leaves my breast as he watches my fingers glide over the silk of my panties.
“Show me,” he spits out in a tone laced with dark promise. “Show me all of you.”
I edge my other hand down when he moves back. His gaze is latched on my body.
His hand falls to the front of his jeans. His cock is straining. His need for me is reflected in mine for him.
My fingers graze the top of my panties. “You want to see me,” I say brazenly.
“I need to,” he breathes. “Show me.”
I slide the panties down my legs, watching him as I do. The expression on his face shifts when I straighten, and I’m fully exposed.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
His hands are on me, tugging me closer to him, trailing heat over my skin as he urges me up.
I reach for his shoulders. He lifts me effortlessly, pressing my body against his. With my legs around his waist, he kisses me before he leads me to his bed.
He hovers over me, his gaze trailing a path over every inch of my face. The only light in the room is seeping in from the half-closed curtains.
I push my back into the soft sheets of his bed. “Case.”
“Emma.” His mouth softens. “I’ll take care of you.”
I believe him, but still… “You have condoms.”
His brow edges up. “You assume I do.”
I glance down at his body. He may still be wearing his jeans, but it’s obvious he’s gorgeous everywhere. The man must have all kinds of crazy hot sex.
“You do,” I say with confidence. “We need one.”
He glides down my body until his lips are pressed between my breasts. “Your tits are so soft.”
One hand cups my right breast.
“Condom,” I remind him. “Please.”
He kisses my nipple before he takes it between his teeth again. I close my eyes against the assault of pleasure that hits me full force.
Who knew pain could feel this good?
I moan when he nips me. Again, when he rolls his teeth over my other nipple.
I reach down to pull on his hair. “Condoms, Case.”
“Shhh,” he whispers. “We don’t need one yet. Just feel.”
My head falls back into the pillow as he trails kisses down my body, stopping to circle my belly button with his fingertip.
As he nears my cleft, I wind my fingers through his hair. “I’m sensitive.”
His eyes dart up to meet mine. “Good. I want you to come for me, Emma again and again.”
Settling between my legs, he pushes them open until I’m fully exposed. I blush beneath the darkness in the room.
“You take my breath away,” he says softly before he presses his lips to my inner thigh. “I’ve wanted this more than you know.”
I stifle a moan when he licks a slow path over my swollen folds, but the groan that escapes him cuts through me.
My back bows from the sheer pleasure of his reaction to my body.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Feel it. Feel it all.”
I look down and watch as he lowers his head again, closes his eyes, and brings me more pleasure with his mouth than I’ve ever felt before.