canât even smell this one,â she murmured against his lips. âGuess youâll have to buy my perfume for me.â
His cat purred, wondering if she realized what sheâd just given away. âIâm going to buy you bubble bath, too.â
âEmmett.â A moan.
He kissed it away. âDoes your door have a lock?â
âYes.â She pressed her lips to the pulse in his neck. âBut itâs not set.â
Groaning, he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the door. âDo it.â
âSay please.â
He looked down into that teasing face and gave in to the urge to bite, sinking his teethâvery carefullyâinto the sensitive spot between shoulder and neck. She trembled, and he felt the lock turn. âHow quiet?â he asked, licking over the mark as he carried her to the bed.
âMy mother has ears like a bat.â
Grinning, he dropped her lightly on the mattress, coming down on top of her as she finished the sentence. She was all soft and curvy under him, the satin of her nightgown delicious torture. He ran his hand down the side. It snagged. âDamn.â His hands were rough, calloused, nothing like her creamy flesh.
âI love your hands, Emmett.â It was an intimate whisper in the night-dark of her room.
He looked down into those intelligent eyes, and knew he was lost. Raising himself off her and to the side, he said, âI donât want to mess up your pretty nightgown. Pull it up for me.â
She swallowed, but her hands moved to the satin, pulling it up with slow, sensual tugs. âIâm supposed to be mad at you.â
âHmm.â He cupped her knee as it was revealed, waiting for more, for everything.
âYou going to mess up my interviews next time, too?â
The sweet slope of her thigh. âProbably.â He stroked his hand up, knew heâd have to taste.
A soft moan, her leg rising slightly, that knee bending as she rubbed her foot on the sheet. âHow do you do this to me?â
Shifting his hand fully between her legs, he cupped her.
EIGHT
H er gasp was almost silent this time, her body rising in a sinuous curve. Tempted beyond measure, he leaned in to steal another kiss. âThe same way you do it to me.â She was so damp and hot under his palm that it was all he could do not to tear off her panties and slide his fingers into liquid-soft flesh.
Her hands tugged at his T-shirt. âOff.â
He considered it. âIâll have to move my hand.â And he didnât want to.
Riaâs lips parted. âYour eyes have gone leopard.â
âI can smell you, all slick and luscious and ready.â He pressed the heel of his hand against the enticement of her, teasing, playing, caressing.
Her eyes fluttered closed. âEmmettââa husky orderââif you donât get that T-shirt off, Iâm not going to be responsible for my actions.â
Moving his hand with reluctance, he pulled off the T-shirt, then got rid of the rest of his clothingâhe wanted no more interruptions. Riaâs eyes went wide as he came down beside her again, his hand closing over her thigh. âI want to rip off your panties.â
Those gorgeous eyes went impossibly wider. âIf you promise to buy me a replacement pair.â
He froze, so aroused he could barely see straight. Burying his head against her neck, he breathed deep. It only twisted the coils more strongly around him. And those coils were soft, feminine, erotic beyond all measure. Fingers tensing, he tore off the scrap of fabric that had so tormented him.
Ria arched up and he took her mouth again, addicted to the sugar and spice taste of her. Under his fingers, she was pure feminine seduction, hot and slick with need. But he wasnât ready to end this. Continuing to play his fingers between her legs, he licked and kissed his way down her throat, and over the satin to the hollow of her breasts. Her