Page 86 of Tour Wars
After they’d draped their coats on a chair, Emilia walked over to the bed and set the bag of supplies on the floor. When he joined her, she grabbed him and pressed him up against the wall. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his shoulders, and tossed it aside. She stripped off his undershirt, then ran her hands along his bare chest and brushed her lips against his collarbone, lighting a fire inside of him. He wanted to tell her to slow down, but it had been far too long since he’d felt this good.
When she pulled away, her dark eyes flashed with desire. “Am I going too fast? Sorry, but I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.”
What had he ever done to deserve a woman this incredible? “Me, too. But maybe we should take our time. Don’t you want to make this last?”
A burst of laughter tumbled out of her. “Nope. I’m too greedy. We can take it slow later. I wasn’t planning on getting a lot of sleep tonight.”
He loved that she was just as passionate as he was. “Turn around. I want to unzip you out of that dress.”
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned and faced the bed. He took a moment to appreciate the delightful view of her backside, so lusciously presented in that tight velvet dress, before drawing the zipper down to her hips. It was like opening a package on Christmas morning. She slipped out of it, revealing a silky black bra and matching panties.
He traced his finger along the curve of her spine, then let it rest on her butt, barely covered by the scrap of black fabric. “Is this the same lingerie you wore in Rome?”
“No, my cousins took me shopping yesterday, and I bought a few more items. I wore this tonight on the remote chance we might get lucky.”
“Excellent call.” He pressed his body against hers and cupped her breasts. Tweaking her nipples gently, he nuzzled the back of her neck and inhaled the familiar scent of her orange blossom shampoo. When she rubbed up against him, his dick twitched, demanding release. He quickly took off his shoes and socks, then undid his belt and removed his khakis and boxers, giving a groan as his bare skin came in contact with hers.
“Hold on to one of the bedposts,” he murmured.
Her laughter rang out, even more gleeful than before. “Why? Are you going to make me so weak that I won’t be able to stand up?”
“Challenge accepted, Dr. Flores.”
She did as he said, gripping the bedpost tightly. With one hand, he continued playing with her nipples while his other dove beneath her panties, seeking out her slick, wet folds until she gasped with pleasure. “Yes. Right there. Please, TJ. Don’t stop.”
“You’re so wet already,” he whispered. “You were thinking about this in the restaurant, weren’t you?”
“Yes. I…” She arched her back. “More.Please.”
He kissed her neck and shoulders as he continued stroking her, growing more aroused every time she moaned. When her body trembled under his touch, he kept going until she shuddered, let out a breathy cry, and sagged against the bedpost.
When she turned to face him, her cheeks were flushed, her smile radiant. “I’m still standing. But just barely.”
“I’m not done yet. Sit down on the bed. But leave your heels on.”
“Oh, yes, Dr. Mayer.” After pulling aside the comforter, she sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a coy smile.
He set his glasses on the nightstand, knelt in front of her, and removed her panties, making sure she kept her heels on. Starting with her ankles, he stroked his hands along her calves. He’d never gotten this turned on by a woman in heels before, but then again, he’d never been with anyone like Emilia. After parting her legs, he ran his lips along the inside of her thighs, inhaling the scent of her. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Yes, please. I love it when you do this. I even bragged to Dusty and Olivia about it.”
What?Raising his head, he met her eyes, unsure if he’d heard her correctly. “You bragged aboutme?”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m hoping you’ve still got it.”
For all the times he’d boasted about his accomplishments, he’d never considered his bedroom skills to be brag-worthy. But if Emilia felt this way, he wasn’t about to let her down. “I’ll do my best.”
Gripping her bare butt, he buried his head between her thighs, licking and tasting her, so wet and sweet and ready for him. With each gasp, he wanted her more, and when she dug her fingers into his scalp, he thought he might explode.
“Like that,” she demanded. “Right there.Yes. Please don’t stop.”
She let out a loud moan, her body bucking in response as she reached her climax. But he kept going. He wanted to make her come again and again, to hear her call out his name each time she hit her peak. But when she gasped for him to stop, he pulled away. Looking up at her, he was overcome with longing for this wild, sexy woman who’d stolen his heart.
With a saucy grin, she slid her feet out of the heels. “As much as you love these, I need to take them off.” She removed her bra and lay down on the bed. “Anytime you’re ready, Dr. Mayer.”
His breath caught at the sight of her, so glorious in all her naked beauty. He felt like the luckiest bastard on the planet.
After climbing onto the bed, he placed his body over hers. She angled her hips, allowing him to thrust deep inside of her. As she pulled him closer, they moved together in harmony. Once again, he battled the desire for release. She was so soft and warm, her body so pliant against his, her breathy cries so compelling, that he was close to the point of no return.
