Free Smoke & Metal (New York Crime Kings Book 3) by Skyla Madi

the top, unable to stop until my fingers slide against her tidy lips. My cock throbs.
    Smooth.
    Bare.
    Wet.
    So. Fucking . Wet.
    I try to keep my cool, but there’s no ignoring the tension that constricts my dick. My mind goes erratic. Mine. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine.
    Pressing lightly, I slide my fingers up and down, teasing not touching. Emily lets out a gentle sigh as I move to place soft kisses on her jawline. Her skin is flawless and smooth, and it emits a tantalizing berry scent as I run my nose down the length of her throat. It bobs with a hard swallow and under my lips, goose-bumps rise. She sighs again and this time her hips squirm, begging me to hurry up. I like that about Emily. She’s not afraid of sex or afraid of looking too eager for it. If she wants it, she shows me just how bad. There is no flirting—no mind games—only us and our unrelenting desires, begging to be quenched in the rawest of ways.
    Removing my hand from between her thighs, I kiss my way down her stomach, reveling in the way it clenches every time my lips grace her flesh. She is perfect. Every inch of her. This lost little Kitten is, quite possibly, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing naked.
    Sitting back on my heels, I grip the edges of her pants. Instantly, she lifts her hips for me and I shuffle backwards, sliding the fabric down her perfect legs before tossing them to the floor.
    She’s naked. And I’m stuck. Frozen stiff. Yep, stiff. Have you ever seen something so incredibly mesmerizing and breathtaking that you don’t want to look away, even for a second, because you know you’ll never see anything as beautiful as it again for the rest of your life? This is like that. Only she’s a human being that can be touched and explored…the most dangerous kind of art. It almost feels wrong to taint it, but I’m going to.
    Because I need to claim her as mine…
    Because I’m selfish and, deep down, I’m as primal and as ugly as a caveman born to adhere to my baser urges. Though civilization has changed us and morphed us into men who ask permission, we are still as weak as we were in the beginning. There is no conforming. There is no cure.
    She slips a hand over her stomach and I notice the movement is a little self-conscious. Why wouldn’t it be? I’m sitting here staring like I haven’t seen her naked before. I suppose I haven’t, technically.
    I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor. Emily watches me through half-lids as I lower my body over hers. I see a lot in her eyes… excitement, anticipation and fear.
    “Emily…” I whisper.
     
    Emily
     
    My name filters in through my ears and I just about shiver. I can barely breathe as nerves suffocate my voice box.
    “Mm?”
    Jai brushes his nose gently against mine.
    “Are you all right?”
    I nod, but I’m not so sure. Is it normal to feel this pressure in my chest? The way my palms are sweating, is that okay? What about the overwhelming urge to hold Jai close and never let him go? Is that a sex thing? Or is that my feelings betraying me?
    “To be honest, you look a little nauseous.”
    I muster a small smile as Jai’s dark, blue eyes flare and widen while his lips curve at one corner.
    “Finally caught feelings, have you?” He teases.
    “You don’t catch feelings.”
    He kisses my mouth once. “Sure you do. They come out of nowhere and hit you when you least expect it.” He kisses me again. “Like now.”
    The pressure in my chest becomes dense, like a sack of potatoes at the realization. Shit. I have caught feelings. I mean, I’ve always had feelings for Jai, but not like this. I’ve never wanted to cry at the thought of him leaving me…before now.
    “Relax.” He chuckles, running a hand up my inner bicep and down the side of my breast. “Why are you so terrified of feeling something?”
    I’ve been asked this question once before by the woman at my first children’s home. It was when I made the decision to