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The knock at her door jolted her from her tenuous Zen.
She leapt up, rapping her shin on the coffee table, and limped to the door. One last breath, and she opened the door.
Nikolai looked beyond gorgeous in charcoal trousers and a slate blue oxford shirt that he wore open at the neck. His glossy cognac loafers matched his belt. He held a rapturous bouquet of spring flowers in shades of red and pink. He wasn’t smiling. He was watching her with an intensity that had her stomach doing cartwheels. It was the single most tempting picture Emma had ever seen in her life.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly.
“Hi back.” There it was, that slow, sexy smile that melted both inhibitions and underwear. “Can I come in?” he asked.
Emma jumped back from the doorway. “Of course, come in.”Get it together, girl,she growled to herself. “Would you like some wine?” Her voice was coming out a full octave higher than usual as she hurried into the kitchen at a half-jog.
“You’re not scared, are you, Emma?” Niko asked with a wolfish smile.
She fumbled the wine glass and laughed nervously. “Of course not. What’s there to be nervous about?” Losing a piece of your soul to sex so good everything else for the rest of your life will pale in comparison. Falling for an unkeepable guy and suffering the devastation of loss.Her brain helpfully filled in the answers.
His hand closed over hers on the stem of the glass.
“Let’s just get this out of the way so we can both stop thinking about it.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
He meant to just kiss her. He’d thought of nothing else since last night when Emma launched herself at him. He was hard before she even answered the door. That’s what she did to him. Her mouth on his had almost leveled him, nearly stripping him of his control, and he wanted the experience again.
He’d kissed and been kissed but not like that. Never like that.
Emma had taken something from him last night, and Niko wanted it back.
There was nothing gentle about the way he crushed his lips to hers. He was the aggressor this time. He was in charge. Fisting his hand into her hair, he dragged Emma’s head back, changing the angle of attack. When her lips parted for her to draw in a breath, he sealed his mouth over hers and swept inside using frantic strokes of his tongue designed to overwhelm her.
She responded to him as if he were the sun and she a flower blossom. Opening and blooming under him, she came to life and stole his breath with the beauty of her need for him. Emma’s fingers knotted in his shirt holding him to her. His hands busied themselves worshipping the perfection of her curves.
There was light here, color and heat, too. Her flavor sang through his veins and ignited a desire more akin to addiction than anticipation. The sexy little moans coming from the back of her throat had his body begging to be left off the leash.
It was supposed to be just a kiss. And it was anything but that.
He spun them, accidentally rapping her head off of the cabinet door. She swallowed his muffled apology with those precious, perfect lips, urging him on. He dragged his hands up over her hips, coasting around her waist to rest under the full curve of her breast.
Emma reached fast fingers under his belt and worked the buckle free. Niko palmed her breasts through the soft fabric of her dress and was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from her.
“If you like this dress, you need to get out of it in the next two seconds, or it’s going to be destroyed,” he warned her.
Emma pushed him back a half step and slid the thick straps off her shoulders. She was wriggling it down her hips when he lost patience, shoving the garment to the floor. Her breasts overflowed from the lavender lace that lifted them like an offering to him. Dainty briefs in the same delicate lace had his fingers itching to shred them from her body. But the artist in him wanted to savor the moment… the flawless ivory of her skin, the glorious fullness of her curves, the single-minded quest for fulfillment that sparked behind those meadow green eyes.
He wanted to capture her like this, wearing power and need like an aura, a halo. She was a goddess made with the sole purpose of rendering him speechless.
“You’re perfection,” he murmured, holding her hand as she stepped out of the dress.
“Don’t stop now,” she said on a breathless whisper.
“I’ve got to catch up.” And calm down. If he let himself loose now, he’d take her here on the floor.
She worked the buttons on his shirt open, slipping her palms under his shirt to slide them over his chest. Her touch ignited an awareness so intense, Niko wasn’t sure if anything beyond this room existed anymore.
When she reached for his zipper, Niko stilled her hands with his. “Bedroom, Emma. I want you in a bed this first time.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes opened wider, and she rose on tiptoe to reclaim his mouth. “Hurry,” she murmured against him.
It was all the encouragement he needed, boosting her up and wrapping her legs around his hips. He growled when she cuddled against his raging hard cock. He gripped her ass and made the mad dash up the stairs. They smacked into the wall at the top and a framed picture tumbled to the floor.
