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,” he ordered.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t dwell on the past. It’s done, it’s over and I just want to enjoy the present.”
She caught her lip between her teeth.
“Please, Emily.”
“Have you really forgiven me?”
He smiled broadly. “Forgiven a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl I was absolutely crazy about for climbing into my bed, naked, begging me to take her virginity? Uh, yeah. I think I’ve forgiven that one, sweetheart.”
Crazy about?
“But if you really want to make it up to me, why don’t you get the rest of those clothes off.”
She was still focused on the crazy about. But Rand had unbuttoned his pants and begun to drop them, and soon she couldn’t think anything but mine.
He hadn’t been kidding. He’d been commando at that fund-raiser...commando and as hard as a baseball bat. All huge and smooth, a picture of utter male power and desire.
Her whole body quivered and every spare ounce of fluid inside her rushed to her sex as she imagined taking all of that into herself. Half of her wondered if it was just as well that Rand hadn’t taken her virginity; she might not have been able to handle him. Of course, the other half was convinced that it would have been the best night of her life, even if she hadn’t been able to sit down for a week and it had spoiled her for sex with anyone less, er, blessed.
His pants fell to the floor and he was naked and beautiful and desirable, and she was definitely overdressed.
She reached for the buttons of her blouse. Rand gently pushed her fingers away, taking over the task, flicking each button. “Your hands are shaking,” he explained.
“So are yours,” she said, realizing it was true. Rand, one of the sexiest men alive, was nervous. Or maybe he was just overwhelmed with excitement as he unbuttoned her simple white blouse and pulled it open to reveal her equally simple white bra.
He licked his lips and stared down at her.
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