Page 85 of RomeAntically Challenged
Emmitt lowered his head so she was forced to look at him. She slammed her eyes shut.
“How are you going to know I’m being honest if you have your eyes closed?”
“Trust me, I’ve gone in eyes wide open before and it didn’t work out so well for me. I figure if something goes wrong this time, I can blame it on my closed eyes.”
“Or you can trust that I’m not the guy everyone seems to think I am, and when I tell you I won’t ever lie to you, you can believe me,” he said gently, and she opened one eye, then the other. “No fake promises.”
“Thank you.” She placed a tender whisper of a kiss on his lips. “And I believe you.”
“Talk about a turn-on.” He kissed her back.
“Me thanking you or trusting you?”
“Both. All of it. Everything about you is a turn-on, and that is as honest as it comes.”
And they were finished with the discussion part of the evening, because Annie got down to the nonverbal communications section.
Emmitt had a PhD in nonverbal communication, so when she leaned back and lifted her arms he properly translated her invitation and, easing his thumbs under the hem of her shirt, slowly pushed it up. The higher the hem went, the harder he got, until he brushed the undersides of her breasts. When he tugged off the shirt, leaving her in nothing but teal, his breath lodged itself in his throat.
“Jesus.” He ran a hand over his mouth. Toned core, elegant shape, and soft curves all there for him to catalogue and savor. And savor he did.
He started with letting his gaze roam her entire body, followed by his hands, which explored and worshiped every single inch of silky skin. And when he got to those cheeky cuts, he got up close and personal with her lace before continuing his trip all the way down until he was on his knees kissing each painted toe.
Annie wanted to rush him along, he could tell, but she patiently sat there, letting him look his fill. And to reward her for her thoughtfulness, he used his mouth on the way back up.
Gently taking her foot, he placing an opened-mouth kiss on the little divot above her ankle, and she let out this sexy noise that was the vocal equivalent of a hand job. Had he not promised her “big words,” he would have gone right to the main course. But he was a man of his word, so he took his time to build the heat.
He placed another kiss, this one right below her knee. His mouth took a languid tour all the way up her leg, not stopping until he was inches from her pleasure button. Then he placed her foot on the edge of the counter and gave her a little pat, signaling for her to leave it there.
He did the same with her other leg, placing that foot in line with the first, and her in the right position for what would come next.
Specifically, her.
He watched her watching him as he kissed his way around the edge of her panties, loving how her eyes got wider and wider as her breathing became shallower and shallower. He nipped the inside of her right thigh, deciding to lick the left, and then because she seemed to like that so much, he pressed her legs open even farther and licked her right up the middle of that teal lace.
“God, Emmitt,” she moaned, leaning back on her hands.
“You can lose the God part. Emmitt’s fine,” he said, taking a moment to appreciate how the lace hugged her ass. Man, what a sight. The only thing he’d love to see more was for it to be gone.
This man of action was on the problem, hooking his finger under the scalloped edging by her leg and pulling it to the side so that when he licked a second time, there was no lace between them.
He nipped and teased, learning what she liked and memorizing what she loved. He’d always been a quick study, because with a few more strokes, he did this swirling thing with his tongue and she flew apart, screaming out his name. Not once, but over and over again until his name was nothing more than a sated whisper.
When she peeled herself off his chest, she looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle.
“These need to come off,” she said.
“I couldn’t agree more, Goldilocks.”
And funny thing, he started tugging at her panties at the same time she went after his sweats, until they were a tangle of limbs and laughter.
“Not me,” she said. His sweats lodged around his knees like a Hula-Hoop refusing to go down without a fight. She gave his ass a smack. “Your turn.”
“Or.” He kicked off his sweats and in a one-two action that even impressed him, Annie’s panties joined his sweats on the floor, and she was over his shoulder. “Both our turns.”
“Put me down.” She smacked his ass again, so he gave her a little slap in return. Ignoring her laughs, he carried her over to the recliner after making a pitstop in the bathroom to grab a condom.
Taking a seat, he plopped her on his lap, noticing how her boobs gave a little jiggle. When he kicked the recliner back, they jiggled again.
