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 thepanties 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.
Her thighs trembled. Her heart raced. His hand moved faster, the thrusts harder and more powerful than before.
“Emmett,” she panted.
It was a warning she didn’t need to give. Because he knew. There was no doubt in her mind, this man already knew.
She was close. On the precipice of a magnificent implosion. Just a little more . . .
“Don’t stop,” Janie begged. “Please.”
He didn’t stop, but Instead Emmett added another digit. His tongue pressed harder. Moved faster.
Just when she thought she’d surely die from the titillating pleasure, she felt herself begin to fly.
“Emmett!” she cried out his name as she came.
The orgasm struck with such force, it sent her entire lower body twisting beneath his erotic hold. Shockwaves of Janie’s powerful climax continued to fire at random throughout her system.
A stuttering breath left her lungs when she felt Emmett’s fingers slide from her hypersensitive flesh. He stood from the bed, walked over to his bedside table, opened a drawer, and pulled out a box.
Condoms.
The box was still sealed, which admittedly brought Janie a touch of relief. It wasn’t as if she was naïve enough to think the delicious man would be celibate. But no woman wanted to think about her partner’s past sexual history while waiting naked in his bed.
Emmett tossed the box onto the mattress beside her before shoving his sweats and boxers down in one roughshove. His eyes returned to hers, his rugged features looking almost menacing in the moonlight as if he were a predator preparing to strike.
His weapon of choice was an impressive erection jutting toward her from between his strong thighs. Janie’s pulse spiked, and suddenly she couldn’t wait to feel him moving inside her. He was her every fantasy come true, and he was about to be hers.