Page 66 of All I Need (Hearts of the South)
A lazy smile hitched up the corners of his mouth, and he played his hands over the small of her back. “I can arrange that.”
Keys in hand, she spun to unlock the door. He lowered his head to deliver a small love bite to the curve where her shoulder met her neck, and she laughed, her hands shaking too much to get the key in the lock. She leaned back into him a moment, desire a deep ache between her thighs. “You realize with the vasectomy, I can test us, and if everything comes back clean, we can dispense with the condoms. Imagine the spontaneity.”
He groaned, hips canted into her ass. “How soon can we make that happen?”
“Like tomorrow.” She managed to get the door open, and in the hallway, he backed her against the wall. Hands flat on the wall above her head, he leaned in and took her mouth. She opened her lips and sucked at the tip of his tongue. His groan vibrated through her, and he pressed in, deepening the kiss.
Still kissing her, he fought free of his jacket and pulled his tie off, both garments hitting the floor. Laughter and desire fizzing in her, she worked the buttons on his shirt free. “You should hang that up so it doesn’t get wrinkled.”
“It can go to the cleaners.” He trailed his lips along her jaw to find the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Parting his shirt, she pulled his undershirt free of his waistband and rubbed her thumbs over the indentations of his abs, his skin hot beneath her touch. He ran his hands beneath her dress, cupped her thighs, and lifted her against him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, laughter spilling free as he carried her down the hall. “Are you sure you should be doing this? Your leg—”
“Is completely okay for me to do this.” He flexed his hands against her skin. “I told you, I won’t let you fall. I’m not going to drop you, either.”
In the bedroom, he let her slide along his body so she stood before him. She pushed his shirt down his arms, and he shrugged free of it, his own hands seeking her zipper. Her dress hit the floor and she stepped free. He made short work of her bra and cupped her breasts in warm palms. A lazy smile played about his mouth. “Tonight, you can leave the shoes on.”
With him thumbing her nipples and desire strumming through her, she couldn’t think of a smartass reply. Instead, she lifted her mouth to his, tangling their tongues together, and reached for his belt. He released her long enough to shed his slacks, then returned to making her crazy for him. Still molding her breasts, he backed them toward her bed.
“You wanted me out of my suit and you got it.” He sat on the bed and pulled her down with him. “Maybe you should take me.”
He was giving her control, and all that did was make her burn hotter.
“Maybe I should.” She pushed him back, and he folded his arms behind his head, eyes on her as she slid her panties down her legs and crawled up him.
“Nothing but pearls and heels on you,” he murmured, lifting one hand to stroke from her knee to thigh. He ran a fingertip along the string of pearls at her neck. “Damn deacons were so wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” She leaned across him to grab a condom from her nightstand, and he took the opportunity to scrape his teeth along her nipple. Passion clenched hard between her legs. “God, Emmett.”
He laughed, a dark sound deep in his throat, and moved his attentions to her other breast. “They were certain I wasn’t going to heaven, but I’m damn sure there.”
She clutched the condom as he nipped once more, his fingers dipping between her legs to the wetness there. He plunged them inside her, and she cried out.
“Wait.” She grasped his hair with her other hand, breathing hard to fight off a sudden climax. “I want to come with you inside me.”
That dark laugh curled through her, right to where he touched her so intimately. “You’d better hurry then, sweetheart.”
She grabbed his wrist and pushed his arm above his head. He was hard, erection pulsing against her thigh, and she sat back, gaze on his while she tore the wrapper open with exquisite care.
His eyes burned. “You are such a damn tease.”
She pulled the latex free and dangled it above him. “You love it.”
“I do.” Something soft and sweet twined with the hoarse desire in his voice. She stretched the sheath down over him, abrading both palms down him, and he shifted his hips, a half-laugh, half-yell escaping his throat. “Damn it, Savannah.”
“What, Em? Too much?” She reached for his hands above his head and lifted her hips over his, only to lower onto him with the same care she’d given the wrapper. He thrust up to meet her.
“Never.” He turned his head, his mouth caressing the inside of her elbow while she took him, sliding up and down on his hardness. “I could never get too much of you.”
There was that quiet note she couldn’t quite decipher. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of having him inside her, of the sweet hit of pleasure she took every time she went all the way down and the base of him pressed against her clitoris.
“Savannah.” He fought one hand free of her easy hold and pushed tangled hair away from her face. He thrust harder under her. “Open your eyes. Look atme.”
She lifted heavy lashes to find his gaze dark with desperate desire. Tension tightened between them, so she almost hurt with it. He tangled his hand in her hair and dragged her lips down, his tongue invading her mouth the way he took her body. On a harsh groan, he grasped her ass cheek with his other hand, using the leverage to push even deeper inside her. With a gasping moan, she came hard, with his tongue silencing her cry and him so hard and deep inside her she didn’t know where they were separated. He slammed up inside her again, pushing the climax into unbearable intensity, and he cried out into her mouth, swelling and pulsing within her.
She collapsed into him, face buried in his throat, eyes squeezed closed against a flow of stupid tears. A physiological response to extreme release. Nothing more. She breathed hard, trying to get oxygen into her system. His chest heaved under her, and he pressed her head against him. Tension strained in him a moment, then he relaxed under her. One arm wrapped around her, he kissed her temple, a gentle, barely-there caress that brought renewed tears to her eyes.
She needed to say something,anything, to break the emotion binding them together, but damn it, if she opened her mouth, she was going to cry for real.
