Page 84 of Blitzing Emily

Brandon grinned at her. “We’ll never forget our first time.”

“It’s a good thing to have sex without an audience.”

“We’ll probably have to leave the country to do it, but it’ll happen.” He raised an eyebrow. “You know, I’d like to try this again without the scouting troop.”

“Doing the wild thing outside?”

“It sounds great, but I have a better idea. There’s a really nice bed at my house, and a bottle of champagne in the fridge. Greg’s probably cleared out by now.”

“Race you to the car.”

BRANDON FROWNED AShe concentrated on the treacherous road over the mountain pass that led back to his house. Emily knew she wasn’t helping. At the same time, she couldn’t take her hands off him.

“So, what are you going to do to me when we get there?” Emily said, laying a hand on his thigh.

“Sugar, if you don’t keep those hands to yourself, we’re gonna slide right off the edge here. It’s a pretty steep drop.”

She moved her hand a fraction of an inch higher. “I can think of some things I’d like to do to you. First, I’ll take your clothes off very slowly. I’ll work my way up from your feet, up over your ankles, up your calves and thighs. I’ll lick my way to your—”

“Maybe we should talk about something else,” he interrupted.

Emily slid her hand another fraction of an inch up his thigh in response.

“We’ll never make it home. Jesus, sugar, have mercy.” His lips curved into a smile, though. “Then again, we have a backseat.” He wriggled his eyebrows at her.

“Maybe we’ll meet the police this time instead of the Cub Scouts,” Emily said. “My parents will be so proud.”

“We’ll show them how it’s done.”

Finally, the Kirkland exit came into view, and Brandon’s Land Rover came to a screeching halt in front of his house. They raced up the walk and piled into the front door as he tried to get the key to work.

Emily panted, “What if we can’t open the door?”

“We’re breaking a window, sugar. There’s no way in hell I’m not getting in here.”

Finally, the lock opened.

“Greg,” he shouted as he burst through the doorway. “Nordquist.” There was blessed silence. He shut the door behind him with one foot as he reached for her. Emily’s back thudded against the foyer wall as they slammed against it.

“Champagne,” Emily gasped out between hot and hungry kisses. Half her clothes were off before she heard Brandon relock the front door. She was pulling his t-shirt over his head and trying to unzip his shorts at the same time.

“Bed first, and then I’ll drink it out of your belly button,” he promised. They dragged each other down the hallway.

Brandon tossed her onto his bed, pulled off her boots and socks one more time, and threw himself down next to Emily. He stretched one arm over her head, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and emptied a warehouse-store sized box of condoms onto her bare belly.

“I know you worry about these things. We have plenty.”

They crawled between the bed sheets. Emily tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him. She heard his low, sexy laugh as she came up for air.

“I thought I was supposed to be in charge,” she said.

“Next time, sugar.”

He took her mouth with long, slow, plundering kisses, and then, he tookher. She couldn’t resist him. He owned her. He conquered her. Emily reveled in the touch of strong, sure, gentle hands, his quiet murmurs, and the desire she saw in his eyes.

Brandon, she discovered, was more than generous with his attentions. She also enjoyed the resulting (and explosive) orgasms.

She lay against him as they both tried to catch their breath. Everything was quiet for a few moments. Emily traced his dimple with her fingertip.

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