Page 59 of Not Part of the Plan
“Keep going,” she demanded, feeding on his lips.
Niko kicked the bedroom door open, and then they were tumbling to the mattress. He should be going slow. He wanted to savor her body. But then she was wrestling his pants free, nudging them down with her heels hooked around his hips, and there was nothing he wanted more than speed and need.
“Hurry!” Emma ordered.
He kicked off one pant leg and then the other before pressing his face to her breasts, loving the thump of her erratic heartbeat against his cheek
“So beautiful,” he murmured, plying those voluptuous curves with kisses.
She arched up, sliding the straps off her shoulders. Niko reached under her and released the clasp with one hand.
“Show off,” she teased.
“Baby, just you wait.”
The lace slipped, and he took a moment to slide it off her breasts like the unveiling of a masterpiece.
“Worth the wait,” he breathed. Her nipples, perfect pink nubs, hardened in anticipation before his eyes. God, she was perfection. She had the magic. Women like her had been the temptation of men for centuries. And tonight, she belonged to him. He nuzzled softly, reverently, before bringing the soft pink bud into his mouth.
“Nikolai!” On a shout and a sigh, Emma fisted her hands in the comforter. His name from her mouth was a spell. He licked and tasted before sealing his mouth over her nipple and sucking. She arched harder against him, and he took more, feeding their desire.
She writhed against him when he switched breasts, teasing the ignored bud until it strained for more.
“My Emmaline,” he whispered reverently, slipping down her body, blazing a trail with his lips over her flat stomach to the curve of her hip. He hooked his fingers in the front of her gossamer thin underwear, dragging it down. His mouth followed, and he felt her quake against him when his tongue dipped between her legs to sample her.
She was wet and ready for him, and he’d barely touched her. Niko drew the tip of his tongue through that wet slit and reveled in her gasp. She was so much more than he’d anticipated. So much more than he deserved. The hurry, the desire to claim, returned in force, and Niko slid one finger into her.
“Niko. I’m going to—”
He dipped his tongue to the sensitive, swollen nub, stroking gently. She fell apart on his finger and mouth, muscles closing around him as she came and came and came. He was so hard, so ready, he thought he might go with her just from the sound of her voice breaking on a sob.
He should have felt a dose of pride for bringing her here, for making her sob his name. But all he felt was need. He needed to be inside her, to claim her, to feel her come around him.
But before he could move, she was wriggling free of his grip and pushing him onto his back.
“You tasted me. It’s only fair.” Those sea goddess eyes teased him, promising him pleasure, as she coasted down his body, dipping her tongue over his chest and abs to the sensitive skin just inside his hip bone.
There was nothing playful about the way she took his cock in her mouth. When she slicked down over his shaft, his hips levered up off the mattress, his entire body tensed at the sensation. Her mouth was hot as it licked up to his tip that leaked copiously from the seam.
She tasted him there, and her tongue traced a path over every vein, every inch, until he was panting with desire. One hand in the comforter, he shoved the other into her hair and gripped. Hard. She bobbed up and down, fisting him from root to tip. Sliding over him like a fucking popsicle. Over and over again, harder and faster.
She was going to kill him. He was going to die right here with his cock in her mouth without ever having fully had her.
The thought was enough to have him dragging her up his body by the hair and rolling. He settled between her legs just outside her weeping entrance.
“God, condom!” she gasped.
He was glad one of them still had the power of thought. Niko reared up, looking for his pants.
“Nightstand,” Emma pointed with a shaking hand.
He dove for the drawer and, finding the box, shredded the cardboard open.
The purr from her throat when he tore the wrapper with his teeth had his hands shaking as he rolled the rubber on. He fisted his shaft, and Emma, eyes at half mast, licked her lips.
He wanted to remember this moment forever, commit it to memory, capture it on screen so he could relive it again and again. The moment Emmaline became his. They were both breathless and wide-eyed as he guided the broad head of his erection to her entrance. He didn’t have to tell her to look at him. She was staring into him as he eased into her inch by inch until he was buried inside her.
Emma’s eyelashes fluttered, and her jaw clenched as she fought the fullness.
