will be leaving them on.” Not a request. A demand.
“Bossy,” she said.
She didn’t say anything more, her voice failing her when he slid his hand between her warm thighs and cupped her mound. Her panties were damp, even more than they’d been earlier, and his blood coursed harder through his veins. She might have handcuffed him and walked out the door with a firm proclamation that she wasn’t interested. But her body had told him seven years ago that she most definitely was, and things hadn’t changed one bit.
“Have you been wet for me all evening?”
She dropped her hand to cup his cock. “Have you been hard for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I guess we’re even.”
He imagined they were.
“I’ve gotta taste you, Em.”
He glanced at the control panel, noting the floors ticking by. They could stop at any moment. But frankly, he couldn’t wait. The smell of her, the softness of her, the sound of her little gasps of pleasure all urged him to do what he’d been dying to do since she’d locked him up and stormed out earlier.
He dropped to his knees. Flipping her skirt up, he held it out of the way, gripping her hips, and pulled her toward his hungry mouth. That hot, musky, feminine fragrance of her desire inflamed him and he buried his face in that sweet spot. He breathed her in, inhaling her, driving himself a little more crazy with need.
“Rand, you shouldn’t...oh, God, that’s amazing,” she said, twining her hands in his hair.
He ignored her, aware she wasn’t sure herself whether she wanted to order him to stop or beg him to lick her until time—and the elevator—stopped.
He had only a few seconds. Just enough to lap at her, scraping his flat tongue against those pretty blue panties.
She whimpered, dropping a hand to his shoulder and digging her fingers into his muscles. He lapped again, feeling her legs quiver and almost buckle, until only his hands on her hips and the wall were holding her up.
He had to let go of one hip so he could pull the fabric of her panties away and reveal the pretty, plump lips of her sex. She draped her leg over his shoulder, exposing herself fully, confident and sensual and utterly alluring.
“That’s beautiful,” he said with a groan as he flicked his tongue over her pearly clit. She cried out, her pleasure urging him on. It wouldn’t take much to bring her over the top, and he was dying to taste her climax on his tongue.
The bell dinged.
The door swished open.
If they had stopped on any other floor, they would have been caught with his head buried in her pussy and her leg wrapped around his neck.
But they were, instead, standing directly in front of the door to the penthouse—the only room on this floor. Rising to his feet, Rand swept Emily into his arms, aware that her legs were weak. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her to the door. He let her down long enough to swipe his key card, and then picked her back up and crossed the tiled living room to the master bedroom.
“I want to do everything with you, Em, but first I want to finish what I started.”
“You are very welcome to do that.”
He chuckled at her almost prissy tone, seeing the mischief in her eyes. Pressing a quick kiss on her mouth, he dropped her onto the bed, but didn’t let her lie down. Instead, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress, shoving the skirt out of the way, and tugging those panties down and off. Pushing her thighs apart, he knelt between them, pausing to admire the perfect vision of her femininity.
“Please,” she whimpered, arching toward him.
He smiled at her, licking his lips, aware of how desperately she wanted him to take her over the edge.
He bent to the delicious task, loving the scrape of her silky-smooth stockings on his cheek and the brush of her soft curls on his lips. Like a starving man, he opened his mouth on her. He slipped his tongue deep within the folds of her sex until he was able to dip into the utter core of her body, savoring the flavor that was so uniquely Emily.
He lost himself to everything but giving her pleasure. Rand positively drank from her, making love to her with his tongue, going back and forth between her hot channel and the sensitive clit that he flicked and gently sucked.
“Good lord,” she cried, her body arching toward him as she became helpless to anything except sensation. “I can’t...I have to...”
The intense pressure that verged between unbearable and unforgettable had her in its grip and only he could give her what she craved. Another long, firm stroke of his tongue around the base of her clit, and she finally cried out her ultimate pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned, her whole form rocking as her orgasm gripped her.
He continued to kiss and taste her, not moving up her body until she’d collapsed back onto the bed in a boneless heap.
And then, when he was over her and gazing down into her eyes, he said, “Well, we’ve finally gotten all the way around third base and it’s about damn time I slid into home.”
* * *
EMILY WAS WEAK after the powerful orgasm that had shaken her to the core. She’d never had a lover perform such incredible intimacies before, never been the focus of so much intense attention. The climax had been stunning and unforgettable, but the idea of finally taking that last step, of having Rand buried inside her, revived her with the sheer anticipation of what was to come.
“Yes, please,” she ordered.
He laughed, obviously noticing her renewed energy level. He stood beside the bed, shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket. His tie followed, then he slowly unfastened the buttons of his shirt. Every bit of skin he revealed was toned and smooth, the chest was broad, with the delineated muscles of a true athlete. A faint furrow of hair twined around his flat nipples and trailed down to a tiny patch on his taut, rippled stomach.
“You take my breath away,” she admitted, watching him shrug the shirt off to expose strong shoulders and powerful arms.
“Hmm...you have too many clothes on.”
“You’re not exactly naked, buddy.”
“I’m down to one item of clothing and you’re still wearing all kinds of stuff.”
“One? Aren’t you wearing underpants?”
He barked a laugh at the fussy word. “What do you think?”
She sucked in a breath, her attention dropping to the tented front of his trousers.
“Considering what I’ve been carrying around all night, I couldn’t even get them on. It was hard enough to get my zipper up.”
Remembering that Rand was incredibly well endowed, she didn’t doubt his words. She quivered, both at the sensual pain in his voice, and at the knowledge that his desire for her had caused it. “Poor baby. I’ll have to take care of that for you.”
“You’ll rub it and make it better?”
She smiled wickedly. “I’ll rub it and stroke it and kiss it until...”
“Until all the blood in my body is in my cock and I pass out from sheer want.”
“Okay.”
“Naughty girl. I always liked that about you—that you’re so sweet and nice on the surface, but really bad just beneath.”
Had he? How funny...she’d always believed he must have hated her for the wicked things she’d done that final night, when she’d invaded his room and his bed and sabotaged his relationship with her brother.
“Don’t,”