My cock twitches, proving hecanget even more desperately erect, as I connect the dots. “No,” I murmur, nodding as we hurry past George, the doorman. “I have plenty upstairs.”
“Oh, good.” She steps into the lift, waiting until the doors close behind us to add, “But we don’t have to use them. If you don’t want to.”
“No?” I ask, sweat breaking out on my upper lip at the thought of nothing between us. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She holds my gaze in the reflection of the mirrored wall. “I’ve never had sex without one, but I suddenly really want to.”
I fight to swallow. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “And I don’t want you to pull out.”
I curse and close my eyes. If I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll have her dress up around her waist before I can stop myself.
“Unless you don’t like that idea?” she asks, clearly having misunderstood the reason for my wince.
“No,” I wheeze, my pulse thudding in my ears as I pray for the strength to keep it together until we reach the fifth floor. “No, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, Darling. Just…hanging on by a thread over here. And trying not to take you against the wall like an animal.”
“Oh.” She’s practically purring as she adds, “I’m not opposed to a wall, but we should get inside first.”
“Inside, yes,” I agree, breath rushing out as the elevator finally dings. “Thank God.” I wrap an arm around her waist, hauling her against me as we spin out into the hall.
I crush my lips to hers, tongue stroking deep as she fists her hands in my shirt. I kiss her with all the pent-up frustration of the past few hours. Hell, the pastweek. I’ve been dying to be back inside her since the morning she called me a liar and stormed out of that loft.
And now…
Finally…
I get my key in the lock by instinct alone, tossing it to the floor as soon as we’re inside. “Thank Christ for doors,” I rasp against her lips. “I love doors. So much.”
“Doors are the best.” She sucks in a breath as I jerk her coat down her arms, then drag her back against me, unable to bear being away from her for more than a second. She braces trembling hands on my chest. “God, Olly. I want you so much, I feel like I’m going crazy.”
“I’ve barely slept,” I confess against her lips, stripping off my coat as we stumble deeper into the apartment. “All I could think about was your beautiful body, all soft and warm under the covers just a room away. I’ve been wanking one off every bloody night, but it didn’t help.”
“I did, too,” she breathes, making me groan. “I touched myself. Thinking of you. I’ve never come that hard from my own?—”
“Fuck, Emily. Just…fuck.” I pin her wrists over her head on the living room wall, grinding against her because I can’t help it. That’s how little self-control I’ve got left. “You should have told me. I would have been there in seconds to make you come again on my mouth.”
She hooks her leg around my waist. “I wish I had. Shit, Olly, please. Now. Inside me now. I seriously can’t wait. I can’t.”
I can’t either.
I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me with a needy whimper that makes me absolutely feral. I stagger blindly into the coffee table, bruising my shin, but barely feeling it. I’m too focused on getting my ass on the sofa, with Emma straddled on top of me.
“Fucking clothes,” I curse, shoving her dress up to give her more room to maneuver, shuddering in relief as her thighs spread on either side of mine.
“Hate them.” She tugs my jumper over my head, then my undershirt, humming in satisfaction as she tosses the last terrible piece of fabric away. “There. God, there you are.” She exhales a shaky sigh as her hands find my bare skin. “I’ve never wanted to be naked with someone this much.”
“Likewise, Darling.” I peel her dress over her head, losing the ability to breathe as it floats to the carpet, leaving her in nothing but those tiny lace panties.
“You are so beautiful,” I rasp, skimming reverent hands down her sides to the curves of her hips. “I seriously can hardly bear it, Em.”
“You, too.” She presses down against me, her heat searing me through my pants. “You’re beautiful, too.” She bites her lip. “And so hard…” She braces her hands on my shoulders, rolling her hips against my cock in a way that realigns the universe as she whispers, “So why aren’t you inside me, Oliver?”
Christ, my name on her lips is enough to make me savage.
I lean in, capturing her nipple in my mouth. I lick and suck and bite until she’s crying out, her nails scoring into my shoulders as we rock together. I squeeze her ass, she tugs at my hair, and then we’re kissing again, even wilder than before. This kiss is frantic, unhinged in the best way, and soon, she’s squirming on my thigh with breathy moans, and I’m seconds from coming in my pants if we don’t?—
“Bed,” I choke out, fingers digging into her hips to slow her down. “Let me?—”
