Chapter 11
“Yes!” Emily exclaimed, again jumping up from the sofa, then spinning in another victory dance. “They won! UVA won!”
Hendrix chuckled, leaning back in the sofa as he watched Emily’s victory dance again. Did she have any idea how her breasts danced under her sweater when she did that?
He doubted it. Emily was pretty conservative. She always wore a shirt buttoned up to her neck during work hours. And being in her home, he hadn’t seen anything to change his opinion about her nature. She was shy, but so damn beautiful that his body literally ached to hold her.
“Beat that, Mister Intimidating!” she teased, doing a moon-dance type of walk across the carpet. She then lifted her arms in the air, shaking her butt.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to have to spank you,” he warned, appreciating all of her. Even her mocking attitude.
Emily froze mid-wiggle. She twisted around as if trying to view her derriere. Hendrix laughed, unable to stop himself. Emily wasn’t drunk. She’d had only one beer. But she was definitely more relaxed than usual. And he knew that she held her liquor extremely well. He had joined her and some of the other staff members at poker several times over the past two years. The woman knew how to play poker! And she could throw back the alcohol with the best of ‘em.
“You’re not going to spank me,” she shot back, picking up the last two beer bottles. “I’d have to break your arm if you did.”
“You think you could take me?” he asked, following her in with the second set of dishes. During half-time, she’d pulled out the food and they’d gorged on a second meal, the leftovers even better than the first time.
“Yeah,” she laughed, looking over her shoulder. “I know I could take you. And it’s your own fault. You required the staff to take those self-defense training classes after Maggie was assaulted in the back hallway.” She walked over to him, tilting her head back to look into his eyes as she patted his chest. “Poor Hendrix. You couldn’t get to her fast enough, that night, could you?”
He growled, covering her hand with his own, keeping her fingers on his chest.
“You’re playing with fire, Em,” he warned.
She froze and he watched her mouth for a pretty, sexy “O” while she realized what was happening.
“I want to kiss you, Em,” he told her, his voice rough with desire. “Are you going to stop me?”
She swallowed, her fingers curling slightly, as if she needed to feel his bare skin through his tee-shirt and sweater.
“Do I look stupid to you?” she whispered back.
He felt her! Hendrix sensed her whole body going soft, then she leaned into him. “This is going to mess things up,” she murmured.
But Hendrix wasn’t waiting to hear how things will be messed up. This was damn good! He’d waited two whole years to kiss her and he wasn’t waiting another second.
“You’ve been warned,” he said, as he pulled her in closer, almost lifting her up. Slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, giving Emily plenty of time to pull away. To slap him. To laugh at him for doing something so outrageous.
But her only reaction was her lips trembling under his, her head tilting back. He heard a soft whimper and knew that she wanted him nearly as badly as he wanted her. Stepping backwards, he lifted her up onto the countertop, his mouth moving hungrily over hers. Again and again, he kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips as he silently asked for permission for more.
When she gave it, he nearly lost his mind. Emily was kissing him back! And her lips were softer than he’d ever thought possible! Emily was kissing him and…damn, he could die like this. Every part of her, those soft fingers in his hair and her full breasts pressing against his chest, her legs wrapping around his hips, sent his mind reeling, his body aching to fill her up, to feel every inch of her.
But he had to take this slowly. This was Emily. He’d wanted her for two damn years. He wouldn’t rush this. He’d give her plenty of time to…!
“Take off your sweater, Hendrix,” she said, her voice trembling as her fingers moved from his neck to fumbling at the hem of his sweater. “Don’t stop kissing me, but take it off!”
He followed her instructions, reaching one hand over his head and pulled at the neck of his tee-shirt and sweater, tugging both off at the same time.
“Your turn,” he rasped out, taking her sweater and pulling it gently over her head. Her hands immediately lifted, allowing him to toss the material out of the way. When he gazed down at her, he saw her breasts swelling over the tops of the black bra. He saw her nipples pressing against the thin material and nearly died right then and there.
“You’re so damn beautiful!” he told her, then kissed her again while his hands moved to explore this new part of her. Every part of her was lovely and she hissed, kissing him back with an intensity that he’d never hoped to enjoy.
And to feel her hands on his bare skin? Hell, he loved it! Her elegant fingers glided over his back and shoulders, his arms, then up to his neck. When she tugged at his hair, he gripped her hips, pulling her closer.
“Bedroom!” she gasped when his hands cupped her breasts.
Hendrix was perfectly fine making love to her right here at the kitchen counter, but the lady made a request and he wanted to please her in every way. So he lifted her up, feeling her legs tighten around his waist as he looked around. There had been a hallway off the family room. He knew from the outside that the house was small, so there weren’t too many places to hide a bedroom. He carried her down the short hallway and, thank you God! He kicked open the first door to reveal a queen sized bed. There wasn’t much more space in the bedroom, but the bed was all he needed.
Laying her down on the quilt, he pushed away from her, his body throbbing with the need to make love to her, to know every damn thing about her.
“Are you sure, Em?”
He stared down at her, noticed the way her body shifted impatiently against his.
“Yes. But, if you want to stop, then that’s–”
She couldn’t finish her statement because he kissed her again. Hendrix didn’t want to hear about stopping. If she was ready for this, then he was going to make sure that she didn’t regret a single moment of their time together. Not just because he wanted to satisfy Emily, but because he needed for this to not be a one-time happening.
Bracing his hands on either side of her head, Hendrix tried one more time. “Emily, I want you. I’ve wanted you for years.” He struggled to keep his eyes on hers instead of roaming over her body. “But if you want me to stop, just say so.”
“You’ve wanted this…for years?” she asked, her hand moving to cup his jaw.
Hendrix was conscious of the scruff on his cheek, but turned his head so that he could kiss the palm of her hand. When he looked at her, his eyes glowed with his sincerity.
“From the moment I first met you,” he murmured.