Page 57 of Blitzing Emily

“The designer in question was fresh out of that color.”

“Must have been last season, huh?”

“Sugar,” he reproved. “My mama would have my—my hide, and so would you.” He kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing him in.

“You look beautiful,” he said; around his fingertip he wound a tendril of hair that had escaped the French twist she spent two hours in a stylist’s chair over that afternoon

“Oh, this old thing? I wear it to wash the floor in. You look great.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He picked her evening purse up from the hallway table and handed it to her. “You’ll need a wrap. It’s chilly out.”

She turned her back to retrieve it and heard him attempt to stifle a snort. He draped the black cashmere shawl she handed him around her shoulders.

“I hate covering all that up,” he said.

“You are such a flirt—”

“Shall we?” He offered his arm.

They walked out the front door of Emily’s house, and he opened the passenger door to his Land Rover. Emily looked up at the seat and wondered how she would get herself and her voluminous dress into it. She reached down to gather up the skirt of her dress in her hands.

Brandon noticed her difficulty. “I’ve got you.” He swept her up in his arms. “Are you sure you want to go to this thing?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Right now, no.” Her fingers tangled in his curls. He chuckled, and she felt spreading heat low in her abdomen. God, he was sexy. Her wrap slipped off her shoulders.

“Nice view,” he said.

“You’re looking down my dress.” She tried for outrage, but the effect was lost when she let out a laugh.

“Of course I am. Damn, sugar, you have some great lingerie.”

“I had to wear a push-up bra to make—why am I telling you this?”

“You can’t resist me.” He sniffed the air. “You smell great, too. Whatisthat stuff?”

“It’s called Petite Cherie,” she said.

“Mmm. I can’t decide if I want to kiss it, or eat it.” He nuzzled her hairline. She was fairly sure the neighbors were getting quite a show. At the same time, right now she didn’t care. Darkness and silence covered the street she lived on, and they were hidden in shadow.

“We’ll be late.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He held her even closer. The warmth of his breath teased her ear. “Think how much more fun we’d have if we stayed home, and I peeled this dress right off you.”

Emily stifled a gasp, but it wasn’t like the idea hadn’t already occurred to her, too.

“You know, you drive a pretty hard bargain,” she said.

“You have no idea.”

Well, yes, she did. She could feel a fairly impressive erection against her hip.

His tongue trailed around the shell of her ear. “You’re going to have to take this earring off. I can’t nibble your earlobe with all of that hardware on.” Emily shifted restlessly in his arms. “Got ants in your pants?”

By now, her entire body was throbbing. She could fight fire with fire, though. She traced the muscle in the side of his neck with her tongue. She felt him tremble in response. She kissed the skin behind his earlobe, letting her mouth linger.

“Two can play at this game,” she said. She heard a choked laugh.

“Well, then, my evil plan’s working,” he said. He set her down on the car seat, made sure the train to her dress was inside, and shut the passenger door behind him. A few seconds later, he hurled himself into the driver’s seat and pulled her into his arms with one fluid motion. “I’m going to kiss you until you change your mind.”

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