Free Wicked Lovers 05.5 - Wicked To Love by Shayla Black Page B

blurt them. But he could test his theory. All it would take was one small kiss.
    Brandon lowered his head. Her breath caught just as he layered his mouth across hers.
    At the first touch of her pillowy lips, a jolt of heat blistered through him. He lingered, then pressed harder. She accepted his kiss, clung to him, her lips so pliant and eager. Em felt so damn good. Desire blindsided him. Unable to stop, Brandon went back for seconds, brushing his mouth over her softness again.
    As he drew in a shuddering breath, her scent lured him closer. In fact, now that he was opening his senses to her, everything about Em intrigued him.
    He wrapped his hands around the golden knot of hair at her nape and brought her even closer. Em’s soft curves melted against him. The feel of her heart pounding furiously against his chest drugged his system with desire. She trembled in his arms as he laid yet another kiss on her little rosy mouth, then licked his way across her lower lip. He’d already taken more from her than a boss should, but now he knew that Em felt something beyond the professional for him.
    When she mewled, that desperate little sound rolled through his blood like a fever. Arousal seized his spine and shook him to the core. Holy hell, Em was a fabulous assistant, but right now, he wanted her as a woman—naked, gasping, nails in his shoulders, crying his name.
    Impatient and hungry, Brandon pushed his way inside her mouth and invaded deep to finally taste her. Ah, so fucking sweet . Sugary and a bit tart. Addicting.
    She unfurled for him, tentatively at first. Then he brushed her tongue with his and took complete possession of her mouth. Em went wild, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body so close not even a breath of air came between them.
    Hot. Her sweet little mouth beneath his welcomed, beckoned. And the little noises she made at the back of her throat… Then— shit —she wriggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his iron-hard cock, conveying her need. A new spike of desire pierced him. His self-control gave way.
    He grabbed her ass through her skirt, wedging her tightly between his body and the wall, thrusting right between her legs in an insistent rhythm that had her digging her nails into him and gasping out his name. Fuck . When was the last time he’d been this hot? This hard? She’d stunned him with her softness, her ardor. He needed more of her now.
    When Brandon wedged a hand between them to cup her breast, he started to sweat. He’d suspected that Em had one hell of a rack under those boxy, professional jackets she wore, but even he’d been unprepared for how lush and real her curves were, how wonderfully heavy and firm her breast would lay in his palm.
    Oh, God. This was his practical, efficient Em? She was like a world of secrets he’d never imagined and now couldn’t wait to explore.
    Somehow he managed to tear his lips away from hers. Her skin—he had to taste it. He brushed his lips over the pale flesh of her throat, latching on for a gentle nip, a lick. He groaned, savoring her. Her scent was something light, with a hint of cloves and spice. The texture of her skin was so silken it was almost powdery. Definitely delicate and pure. She burned easily in the sun. He’d heard her talk about it before and had laughed at her fragility. He’d usually dated outdoorsy girls. But now? They’d probably feel like leather. Em was a delectable, velvety treat. And if her neck was this soft, he could only imagine what he’d find between her breasts, across her stomach, on the insides of her thighs.
    The thought made him harder than he could ever remember being in his life.
    “ Brandon,” she breathed, clutching him tighter.
    “ Em, baby. God, you feel so good. You taste…” He captured her mouth again. He had no words to describe how unique and perfect her flavor was to him.
    She welcomed every touch he gave her and shoved his suit coat off his shoulders, down his arms. Hugo Boss puddled