Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Janie slammed her mouth to Emmett’s as he held her in his warm embrace. She’d taken a big risk walking out in nothing but his dress shirt and her lacey white thong. Luckily the gamble had paid off in spades.
His breath was hot, his taste sweet. And he kissed like he couldn’t get enough. Janie gave as good as she received, the craving she’d felt before exploding into a voracious, animalistic need.
They barely knew one another, yet somehow, she felt more connected to this man than any others from her past. And while it seemed crazy, deep down, Janie knew what she felt for Emmett ran far deeper than physical attraction.
She didn’t just want him. She needed him. And though she couldn’t be sure, the way he was kissing her now made her think he needed her, too.
“Emmett.” His name fell from her lips like a prayer.
Speaking of lips, his left hers to create a hot, wet, invisible trail over the delicate line of her jaw. He continued lower, moving down the side of her neck, the tip of his tongue licking that shallow dip at the base of her throat.
Janie gasped as a shiver of goosebumps raced across her skin. And when his mouth returned to hers, it was with a maddening fervor, their tongues following a dance so magical and surreal, it could have only been choreographed by God.
“More.” Emmett lifted Janie into his arms.
On reflex, she wrapped her bare legs around his waist. Emmett’s impressive bulge pressed eagerly against her wanton sex. A flood of arousal rushed through her body as he carried her out of the kitchen with ease.
Per his earlier comments, Janie fully expected to be pressed up against the nearest wall. But the surprising man bypassed the wall and headed for the hallway.
Wall. Couch. Floor. It didn’t matter. All she cared about was him.
The man had starred in every one of her most recent fantasies. He’d risked his life for her. Had shot and killed a man for her. And then, he’d avoided her like the plague.
Janie understood now that he’d been blaming himself, convinced she’d be better off under someone else’s protection.
But she’d seen the immediate fury in his blackened gaze when she’d mentioned hiring someone else to take his place.
There was no way he was going to rely on anyone else to keep her safe.
The hell you will.
She smiled against his lips because her impromptu plan had worked like a freaking charm.
It was a risk, and after tonight, there very well may be severe consequences for their actions.
The aftermath of their lovemaking may prove to be catastrophic, but until that time came, she planned to live in the present.
Emmett paused when they reached his bedroom door, which was only slightly ajar. A gentle kick pushed it open even more, allowing their conjoined bodies plenty of room to enter.
It was the second time Janie had been in his bedroom. The first was earlier, when she’d been looking for one of his shirts. The room was big and filled with the night’s dark shadows. Slivers of moonlight snuck through from the windows in subtle rays.
When she’d been in here before, she’d taken the time to appreciate the masculine décor. Good thing, too, because right now, her focus was on the man carrying her toward the massive, king-sized bed.
“We should slow down.” Emmett’s voice was like gravel as he lowered her back down to her feet.
Slow or fast, Janie would take whatever she could get. Desperation had her firmly within its grasp, not for a story, but for him. Only this man.
Only my Emmett.
He wanted slow? That was perfectly fine with her.
The more time to savor you with, my dear.
Her lips curved at the thought as she kept her eyes locked tightly with his. Without a lick of shame or hesitation, she began unbuttoning the shirt she’d borrowed.
When she’d first put it on, Janie had purposely left the first few buttons undone. So it wasn’t long before the two halves of the shirt separated completely.
Her cleavage was on full display, the swells of her breast partially exposed. Janie’s belly was bare, her swollen sex covered by a visible patch of white lace.
Almost immediately, Emmett’s focus slid lower in what she could only describe as an appreciative descent. The imaginary trail his gaze left in its wake sent her pulse flying. And for a brief moment, Janie wondered if she was strong enough to survive an entire night in this man’s arms.
Emmett stepped closer, his hands reaching toward the shirt’s collar. With gentle moves, he slid it off of her shoulders before letting it fall in a puddle of white at her feet.
“So beautiful.”
His whispered words were so low she almost missed them. Which would have been a shame, because between that and the way he was staring back at her, Janie felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Like a snake striking its prey, Emmett reached out and pulled her close once more. She smiled, loving this playful side of him. But that smile was quickly consumed, the next kiss a stark contrast to the ones before.
Slower. Softer. Languid and ever-so-gentle. As if he was conveying his feelings for her with his body, rather than uttering the words.
Janie’s skin turned to fire as his palms pressed against her lower back. Flames of passion licked across her skin when those same hands traveled lower, over the swell of her hips.
She sucked in a breath, swallowing Emmett’s rumbly growl when he grabbed hold of her bare cheeks and squeezed. His touch burned, but there was no pain. It was torture, and yet, it already felt like Heaven.
His tongue was hot and wet against the sensitive skin of her breasts. First one, and then the other, Janie let him have his fill. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back while her hands blindly moved to his hair.
She smiled, finding it even softer than she’d imagined. But that smile vanished the instant Emmett pulled her nipple between the tips of his front teeth and toyed with the distended nub.
Janie’s cry of pleasure echoed around them, the tantalizing sensation almost too much to bear. Like an invisible string of electricity running in a direct line from her breast to her clit, she felt the swollen bundle of nerves between her thighs swell with a rush of greedy arousal.
Her hands flew down to his shoulders, and her nails dug into the soft material of his shirt. A sudden urge to feel him skin-to-skin took over, and she began working frantically to pull the t-shirt he wore up over his head.
Releasing her breast with a soft pop, Emmett stood tall and removed the garment with ease. Within seconds, it had joined the white button-down that was still in a wrinkled puddle near her feet.
Janie’s stomach filled with a million flutters as she stood before him in nearly all her naked glory. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest. The man was so perfect, so chiseled, he could have been carved from stone.
Talk about beautiful.
She reached out, her fingertips tracing the deep crevices that outlined his muscular form. Janie could feel the stuttering of Emmett’s next breaths beneath her gentle touch.
Leaning in, she took one of his nipples into her mouth, letting her tongue move in gentle circles over the flat disk surrounding the tiny nub.
Another sound escaped the base of his throat. It wasn’t a growl exactly, but whatever it was, it was all male. Just like the man fisting the back of her hair.
Janie moved her mouth to the other side of his chest. Her thumbs dipped between the heat of his skin and the elastic waistband of his sweats. But when she began pushing his pants down over his hips, Emmett stepped backward, out of her reach.
“What’s wrong?” She frowned, fearing he’d changed his mind.
“Not yet.” He gave a slow shake of his head before moving forward to guide her backward onto the bed.
Janie lay longways, across the mattress’s center. The bed dipped beneath Emmett’s weight when he followed her down. They kissed again, and again he took his precious time.
She wasn’t complaining. If it were up to her, the night would never end. Oh, reality would rear its ugly head in the morning. but until then . . . she decided to let go and give herself fully to him.
Emmett began a trail of soft, wet kisses down the center of her breasts and beyond. When he reached for the white lace of her panties, she understood his intent and lifted her lower body from the bed.
He slid the delicate garment over her hips and down her thighs. Once she was fully naked, he tossed the panties behind him without bothering to check for where they landed.
His gaze fell to her sex, his eyes feral with hunger. “Have to taste.” The comment was gruff.
Janie had mere seconds to prepare before Emmett lowered his head to the apex of her thighs. She cried out as he brought his mouth to the epicenter of her desire.
Time stood still as she lost herself to the unprecedented pleasure this man created. Emmett moved slowly, at first. Almost as if she were a dish created to savor.
Janie let her head fall back against the plush bedding. She shut her eyes, letting go of those last bits of control.
She didn’t think or imagine, only allowing herself to feel. She felt his tongue as it traced the bare slit of her sex. Felt him licking and laving to his heart’s content. And when he added his hand into the mix, the combination proved damn near lethal.
He pressed a gentle finger into her core, adding a second not long after. His hand moved slowly at first, the thrusts gentle and loving, as if he were determined to pull every ounce of pleasure he could while bringing his mouth higher to her clit.
Janie’s hands flew back down to hold onto his hair, her fists almost pulling the thick strands while he worked her body with his hand and lips.
Like a piston, he continued pushing his fingers in and out against her sensitive walls.
At the same time, Emmett’s tongue ran circles around her swollen nub.