He’d wanted this from the second they met, and that desire had only grown stronger with each day that had passed. So it was only by the grace of God that he found the strength to carry her to the bedroom, rather than taking her right here, on the fucking patio.
“Trace,” Emma breathed his name roughly.
“I’m right here, baby.”
Setting her on the bed she’d been sleeping in, Trace forced himself to slow down. To take in every single second of pleasure he was about to experience.
Emma reached for the hem of her shirt, preparing to take it off.
“No.” Trace shook his head. “Let me.”
“By all means.” With a seductive smile, Emma released the material and lifted her arms above her head. Then the tempting vixen spread her legs to allow him room to move closer.
Jesus. This woman’s going to be the death of me.
But what a wonderful way to go.
Stepping closer, Trace positioned himself between her opened thighs. Gripping the soft material, he lifted it up and over her head slowly, letting it fall on the floor beside him.
His eyes dropped to her ample breasts. The lacey white bra did very little to conceal her dusky pink nipples. The taut buds pressing hard against the thin lace.
Trace’s mouth filled with saliva at the thought of sucking them between his greedy lips.
Reaching for the straps on her shoulders, he removed them. First one, and then the other. Spotting the center clasp at the base of her cleavage, he used both hands to release it. The move allowing Emma’s perky globes to spill out from the bra’s silky cups.
“Perfect,” he whispered. A second later, he was sucking one of the nipples between his lips, just as he’d fantasized about.
Emma moaned, the fingers on one of her hands raking through the hair on the back of his head. The lustful sound spurred him on, making him want even more.
Filling a hand with her other breast, Trace took his time sucking and laving, gently kneading and, at times, playfully nipping as she had his lip a few minutes before.
“Trace.” She pushed her lower body closer in a desperate search for release.
Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you, soon.
But first...
Trace pulled his mouth free in order to give the other one the same attention. The more he licked and sucked, the tighter Emma’s grip on his hair became.
Needing to taste her lips again, he lifted his head and framed her face with both hands. He then proceeded to kiss her thoroughly, savoring every swipe of her sweet tongue.
When he sensed her impatience growing, Trace pulled away and began working the button at her waist. Laying back onto the mattress to aid in his efforts, Emma lifted her hips to make the goal easier to reach.
Moving faster than before—because he wasn’t going to last if he didn’t pick up the pace a bit—he pulled both her pants and the white lace panties down the length of her legs at the same time.
Tossing the clothing onto the floor with her shirt, Trace straightened himself and took in the glorious sight.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice sounded rough, even to him.
Emma shot him a wicked grin. “And you’re overdressed.”
That he was.
Walking over to the nightstand, he removed his gun from his hip, sitting it next to the lamp. Doing the same with his phone and wallet, he froze as a game-stopping thought struck him hard.
“Shit.” Disappointment was abound as he swung his head back to her.
“What’s wrong?”