Dropping her head back, she said, “Let’s see what you can do.”
He started unbuttoning the top of her flannel pajamas. “First I want to see you. Then I’ll kiss you.”
A slave to the desire unfurling inside her, she could only nod and watch him as he slowly unbuttoned, pausing at every button to deliver a kiss on her flesh as he peeled back each layer.
“Oh, you wanted to make it harder for me,” he said, fingering her nipple through the lace of her bra. Emma inhaled audibly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I love a challenge.”
Then he bent and sucked her nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Ah,” Emma said, arching toward him.
The devil laughed, nipping her with his teeth before releasing the rosy nipple.
Once the pajama top lay open, he reached for the drawstring of her pants. Tugging them, he gave but one command. “Lift.”
Emma did as she was bid, raising her hips so that he could pull the flannel pants from her body. Languidly he tossed them toward the foot of the bed. Running a hand down one leg and back up the other, he boldly traced a finger through the damp lace at the juncture of her legs. “Oh, good girl. You’re already so wet. Do you know what that does to me? Oh, I think you do, baby.”
She reached for him, drunk with passion. She needed to touch him. Use her mouth on him. Something. Anything.
“No, no. There will be time for that later. Right now, I have a mission. You remember what that was?” he asked.
Emma nodded.
“What?”
“You’re going to make me beg,” she whispered.
“Mmm-hmm,” he said, lifting himself up and settling his body onto hers. His erection pressed against her thigh, a portent of what would come.
Then he started kissing her jaw, nibbling a little path down her neck, across her collarbone and back up to her lips.
Emma panted, no other way to put it. Liquid heat soaked her, and her lower pelvis ached to be filled. She could feel how wet she was, soaking her panties with slickness, permeating the air with the smell of arousal. She opened her mouth to say “please,” but then remembered. She wanted the torture Erik seemed intent on providing.
Finally, he caressed her jaw, tugging it lower, opening her mouth to him. Then he pressed his lips to her, tenderness gone, as he plundered her mouth. She met him eagerly, kissing him back, tangling her tongue wildly with his. Her heart galloped and she felt nearly frenzied. She’d never felt this way. Never so out of control.
Instinctively she raised her hips, opening her legs. Erik took the hint and slid so he fit between them. Then he rocked his hips, allowing the rigid length to slide against her slick heat, driving her crazy.
One hand twined in her hair as he continued the onslaught on her mouth, his tongue parrying against hers, leaving her nearly sobbing for release. She’d never felt so out of control, so caught up in desire. Finally, he lifted his head and made his way down to her neck. His beard prickled her skin and it should have irritated, but instead it was another sensation vaulting her toward what she craved.
With one flick of his hand, he released the front clasp of her bra and cupped her breast.
“Ah, so, so pretty, Emma. Like small rosebuds,” he said, capturing one peak with his teeth, biting softly before sucking her into the heat of his mouth.
“Oh, oh, yes, pl—” Emma groaned.
He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow. She bit down on her tongue, making him laugh. “Close. Very, very close.”
And then he bent his head again, giving equal attention to the other breast. Emma squirmed against him, enjoying the feel of his hardness sliding against her sensitive flesh. He did amazing things with his mouth. She’d never been so stimulated by her breasts.
His hand traveled down to her hip, stroking, squeezing, pleasuring her. And then his mouth was on hers again, and she knew by the way he kissed her that his control was on a short leash.
Their breaths mingled, soft pants of urgency.
Erik slid down the length of her body, bestowing a kiss on each tip of her breast before using his scruffy beard to tantalize her belly. He dropped little kisses down to her navel before slithering so he knelt between her legs.
Rising, he pulled his T-shirt off, revealing a chiseled torso. He had a fine sprinkling of hair across his chest that converged into a darker Y between his pecs. The screeching-eagle tattoo swooped down from the left side of his chest, lending a roguishness to him. His waist was trim and stomach tight enough to show the hint of a six-pack. Emma had never been with a man so manly. He was like a lumberjack or a Viking...or just a superhot firefighter.