A Wrong Bed Christmas: Ignited\Where There's Smoke - Page 53

Lifting herself on one elbow, she reached out and traced a finger down his stomach, enjoying the way his flesh contracted. She hooked a finger in his boxers, which were tented from the large erection straining against the cotton. “My turn?”

“No.” He smiled, capturing her hand and bending to bestow an almost courtly kiss on her wrist. “You haven’t begged yet. So—” he pushed her back onto the subpar pillow “—I need to step up my game.”

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ERIK LOOKED AT Emma still tangled in her pajama top, lacy bra parted to reveal her perfect pink-tipped breasts, and felt something weird in his chest.

Yeah, he was hard as a baseball bat for her and had nothing more on his mind than making her scream his name, but still something struck him. As if the moment was somehow more than what it was.

So strange.

He pushed her back when she tried to rise again. “Later, okay. Right now, I need to taste you.”

Lowering himself, he settled deeper under the covers. He slipped his hands beneath her perfect ass and pushed her up toward the creaking headboard. “Are you too cold?”

She shook her head, pretty emerald eyes wide and riveted to him. He grabbed the abandoned pillow and handed it to her. “Use this.”

Then he turned his attention back to that which drew him like steel to a magnet. He kissed a line across her belly, stopping every so often to nip at the lace. Then he nuzzled the plump flesh that covered her pubic bone, allowing the delicate silk to catch on his beard as he moved his face back and forth, inhaling her unique scent.

He clasped her knees and lifted them, pushing them back so she was more open to him. She still wore the fuzzy socks, which should have looked silly, but there was something erotic in half-dressed Emma spread before him. She squeaked, but her breathing increased and he knew she was turned on. “Hold your knees, baby. I’m going to be too busy to do it myself.”

Emma did as she was told, holding her legs back, socked feet planted on the lumpy mattress. She looked like an offering to him.

Which, of course, she was.

Erik nuzzled her through the silk and lace, groaning when the slick damp fabric yielded the taste of her. Nothing turned a man on more than knowing how wet a woman was for him. Carefully, he used his finger to slide beneath the crotch, stroking the outside fold that was slick and oh-so perfect.

Emma moaned and her head hit the iron of the bed, but she didn’t release her knees. And a second later, he felt her watching him as he licked her through her panties.

Another turn-on. He loved when a girl watched him go down on her.

Slowly he lifted the material, sliding it to one side, revealing what he’d been dying to get to. He’d wanted to make her beg, but he was near to begging himself at the sight and smell of her. He ground his cock against the bed, needing some sensation, some relief.

Then he traced a finger through her slick heat. Heaven.

“Oh, oh...” Emma sighed, her eyes never leaving his as he sucked his finger into his mouth.

It was an erotic move and it made her close her eyes. “Oh, Erik. I want more.”

He watched her as he lowered his mouth toward the prize. Her mouth fell open as she panted and her eyes dilated. He paused right over the tight rosy bud he knew ached for him. And he blew on it.

“Oh, Erik. Oh, you have to...oh...”

He blew again, nearly losing it himself. “You know what you have to do.”

Her eyes widened. “Please.”

“As you wish,” he said then closed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

“Ah,” she said, thrusting her hips forward, rocking against him.

He let up on the pressure and used his tongue to stroke her. She tasted incredible, like turned-on woman, and it drove him mad. He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue and then he felt her tighten.

Her scream was the most satisfying sound he’d heard in forever. Her body shook, thighs closing around his head as she rode her climax out. He didn’t stop the delicious torture. For one thing, he knew she needed more. For another, he was a selfish bastard who couldn’t get enough of Miss Emma Rose’s thighs locked around his ears, her honeyed treasure belonging only to him. To do with as he wished. He slid a finger inside her, nearly sighing at the sweet clenching heat of her. He crooked his finger, rubbing her G-spot as he returned his mouth to pleasuring her.

Again she tightened, and again she screamed as she came apart again, her body twisting, ass grinding into the sheets covered with faded forget-me-nots. He held her firm, preventing her from twisting away. Dampness had flooded her with her release and he relished the reward of his efforts. So he continued moving his finger inside her, sucking her clit lightly.

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