Page 16 of Only for Love

She catches my eyes, and I see it then: the curiosity and hunger, the desperate want both of us failed to ignore.

“Yeah? Just… take what I want?”

“Absolutely.”

I can promise her the world, promise to take care of her, make her feel amazing, but that’s not what she needs. Just a push of confidence is all she wants, something she thinks I have in spades. My lips touch her forehead, her cheeks. My fingers trace the contours of her back, skimming the slope of her spine. Shivers erupt under my touch, and she shimmies and lets the dress fall to the ground. Emma Kingsley is standing in my bedroom in lingerie and high heels. “Christ.”

There’s nothing to do but drop to my knees and love her. My mouth finds her belly, and as I swirl my tongue over her stomach, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off.

“I like this.” Her fingers trail my bare shoulders, sliding up and into my hair. Then she reaches behind to unclasp her bra. “So much.”

Breasts bared to me, she has no idea, no fuckin’ clue how much I like this too, how I could come right now. “You okay?”

She nods and sighs loud enough that I feel it in my groin.

“Good.” My chest is tight. I hook her arms, hold her to me, and pull us down, bare chest to bare chest.

“More than okay.” Her hands rub my back, my biceps. Her hips flex for mine. Her kisses run deeper, stronger. The girl tests her teeth on me, scraping softly enough I want to pay attention but hard enough I’ll just enjoy the damn feel of it.

“Fuck, I like that, Ems.”

The smile on her face, the way she comes alive, means tonight’s meant to be.

She looks away. “So do you have condoms or whatever, ’cause I’m not…”

“Yeah.” But I have all night with her. No way could I rush this. “We’ll get there.”

“Promise?” Her eyes are back on me, confidence on fire, arousal making her demanding.

I nod. “But we’ve got a checklist first.”

“We do?” She laughs.

Nodding again, I run my fingertips from her chin to the top of her chest. “I’m going to kiss you here.” Then lower over the swell of her breast, teasing the nipple. “Here again.” Then palm the mound between her legs. “Then here.”

She sucks in a breath. “Gray.”

“Unless you don’t want me to.”

Her eyes go wide. “I do.” Her face turns serious. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“The best night of my life.”

Shit. I’m done. I can’t stay off of her. With every kiss and touch, she laughs, whispers, and moans. It’s a deadly combination, and the sounds are mine to keep. This night, it’s the best I’ll ever have too.

Her fingernails bite into my flesh as my fingers slide beneath her panties. She moves against me, and I’m going to lose myself if she keeps that up. But God, I want her too. I want to see her come. I want to watch it and own it, to know I did that, gave that to her.

“Grayson.” Her breaths are ragged, and even as I work my fingers between her legs, I’m flexing my hips to her side. “Gray… God…”

Her body clenches, her thighs press together, she juts her hips up, and I feel her climax down to my soul. It’s the only thing I can focus on. Hell, the world can stop spinning and I wouldn’t notice—

A dark, nasty cackle comes from the hall. I jump. Emma jumps.

“Finally nailing that tart. That’s my boy,” Pops snarls from the dim hallway.

A chill freezes over us, and he staggers into my room.

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