“I don’t have any protection.”
With a sly grin, Emma propped herself up onto her elbows. “Bathroom.” She tipped her head toward the door leading to the master bath. “Second drawer on the right.”
Trace blinked, his brows raising in surprise. “You packed condoms?”
“No.” She chuckled. “I found them the other day when I was looking for the ibuprofen.”
Agent Ryker, you sly dog. You thought of everything, didn’t you?
Doing his best not to sprint to the bathroom, Trace found the box, opened it up, and tore a couple foil packages from the perforated strip.
Making a mental note to thank the Homeland agent when this was over, Trace walked back over to where the sexy-as-fuck woman lay waiting.
Tossing the packets onto the bed, he pulled his boots and socks off his feet. Kicking them to the side, he then yanked his gray T over his head and wadded it up before adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing.
Trace looked back at Emma and his lungs froze. Though he couldn’t wait to feel her body taking his in, he’d be equally as content just standing here, staring at her for as long as she’d let him.
The heat in her eyes matched his own as a look of anticipation fell over her. With her tongue running across her lips, she reminded him of a lioness sizing up her prey.
More than ready to pounce, himself, Trace unbuckled his belt and released the button on the waistband of his jeans. He carefully—socarefully—pulled his zipper down, surprised he didn’t injure his swollen cock in the process.
The damn thing was so full it throbbed with every beat of his uncharacteristically nervous heart. The aching between his thighs was to the point of pain, and he had to force himself not to just shove his jeans over his hips and pounce.
Settling back down onto the mattress, Emma lay splayed and unashamed as she waited patiently for him to undress. The sight of her like that, naked and inviting, primed his body in ways he hadn’t felt in ages.
Two hours, my ass. You’ll be lucky if you last two minutes.
Accepting the reality of that thought, Trace picked up his pace and removed both his jeans and boxers together. When he stood straight and looked at her again, he found Emma’s wide eyes staring straight at his cock.
“Wow.” She blinked. “Maybe you didn’t overestimate yourself, after all.”
Trace barked out a laugh, the move awkward and unfamiliar.
It had been a long damn time since he’d laughed. But this woman made him do—and feel—all kinds of things he wasn’t used to.
“Yeah, about that.” Stepping closer to the bed, he felt it was only fair to admit, “I may have overestimated my...timeframe. By a whole fucking lot.”
It was his turn to makeEmmalaugh. But then she simply shrugged and said, “That’s okay. Just means we’ll have time for a round two.”
God, I love this woman.
The thought gave him pause. That was impossible. He didn’t love her. He barelyknewher.
But damn if he couldn’t suddenly see himself falling for the feisty blonde.
Crawling onto the bed, Trace settled on top of her. Starting with another kiss, he let his lips and tongue begin their bodies’ erotic dance. Eventually, he moved his lips lower.
Across her chin. Down her neck and through the valley her perky breasts created. Along the slight dip of her toned abs...and beyond.
The musky scent of her arousal was like a powerful drug. And Trace couldn’t wait to get his first taste.
With a gentle push, he spread her thighs even more. Barely holding back a primitive growl, he took precious seconds to appreciate the beauty of her clean-shaven sex.
“Beautiful.” Hedidgrowl then. Right before he pressed his lips to her core.
A flavor he could only describe as Emma exploded across his tongue. Time vanished as he licked and savored the most delicious of sins, the high from her wet heat sending him into a glorious state of unfamiliar bliss.
Emma moaned and writhed beneath his mouth, her body lifting and pressing against his lips in a silent plea for more.