“Then I’m definitely allowed to have responsible sex,” she said breathlessly. “Come on.” She grabbed the leather of his jacket and began to drag him across the hall, toward what he assumed was her room.
“Sounds good to me.” He shrugged out of his jacket as she led him in, and tossed it on the floor as they moved together toward her bed.
Emily’s room was the opposite of how he’d expected it to look. She was so conservative in her clothing that he’d expected a lot of beige and boring. This room was anything but. The walls were burgundy, the décor plush. There was a crazy octagonal theme to things – even her picture frames were octagons – and her bed was this massive circle with a big stuffed headboard.
In short, it looked like a rather naughty boudoir.
He liked that, a lot. And he especially liked the look of that big, decadent bed. “Now that’s going to be amazing to f**k in,” he said, eyeing it. “Hot damn.”
“I wouldn’t know,” she told him, and kissed at the base of his neck, where his skin was exposed. “I bought it post-divorce.”
“So we’re going to break it in together? Excellent.”
She laughed. “I guess we are.”
“Can I do the honors?” He asked her, pulling at the tie of her terry bathrobe. It wasn’t the sexiest thing – rather frumpy, actually – but it still made him hard. Just picturing her underneath the layers of clothing was making his dick like iron.
Emily nodded and lifted her arms above her head to give him access to her clothing.
He tugged at one side of the belt and the entire knot came loose. The front fell open, showing flannel pajamas underneath.
She put her hands to her face and made an embarrassed noise. “God, this has to be the lamest seduction outfit ever.”
“Well, it’s not like you were expecting company,” he said, and had her lower her arms so he could finish pulling it off. The robe fell to the ground in a pool of terry cloth, and he began to work on her pajamas. He undid the first button at the top of her top, revealing a bit more of her neck and some cle**age. Rather impressive cle**age, he had to admit. Emily hid a lot under her clothing. Jericho ran a finger down the bared skin. He felt a slight tremor move through her. “Shall I go on?”
“Please do,” she murmured. “I’m not scared. At least, not of you. Of ghosts, yes,” she said wryly. “I’m just…a little sensitive. It’s been a while for me.”
“Sensitive, huh? That sounds interesting.” Interesting, as in, his dick was f**king hard as a rock just thinking about that little shiver. He could see her ni**les pebbling under her pajama top and wanted to take them into his mouth. Soon.
She was watching him with wide eyes, her gaze on his face as he undid the next button.
More cle**age came into view, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of what lay underneath. He brushed aside the fabric, revealing her br**sts. They were soft and full, with plump rosy ni**les at the tip of each. Not perky – they were too large for that – but delicious all the same. He savored the look of them as he continued to slowly undo the buttons on her top, noting that her breathing was increasing with anticipation. Hell, his was too, and his normally loose sleep pants were growing tight around the groin. If his dick grew any harder, it’d start poking her in the stomach.
At last, the damn buttons were done. Emily hadn’t said a word as he worked on undressing her, just stood there, silent and utterly still. “You know,” he said as he brushed the fabric off her shoulders. “For someone that says they’re not scared, you’re sure quiet.”
“Just thinking,” she said softly.
Well now, any time a woman was thinking while a man undressed her wasn’t a good thing. “About?”
A flush stained her cheeks. “If you’re tattooed or pierced anywhere that might surprise me.”
So she was picturing him naked? Well, well, well. “Got some more tats but no surprising piercings. Don’t want anything that punches a hole getting near my junk.”
She giggled, the sound surprisingly shy.
“That disappoint you? That my dick doesn’t have as many ornaments as a Christmas tree?”
“Of course not! I was just, you know, wondering.”
“If I get one, you’ll be the first person I show, deal?”
Emily laughed again. “Deal.”
At least she no longer had that uncomfortable look on her face. Her eyes were dancing with merriment, the liveliness back in her expression.
He wanted to keep that look there. So he kissed her again, pulling her against him until her bare br**sts brushed against his shirt. And goddamn, he could feel her hard, tight little ni**les through the fabric of his clothing, and it made him ache all the more. “God, you’re pretty.”
She smiled up at him, her eyes closed, and pressed her br**sts against his chest. “You feel nice. Real nice. Hard in all the right places.” Her hand slid along his shoulder.
“I’ll show you all my hard places as soon as we get these pajama bottoms off of you,” he murmured.
Emily grinned again and pulled one of his hands to the waist of her pants. “Let’s get to it, then, shall we?”
That was all the incentive he needed. Both of his hands went to her flannel pajamas and he shoved them down her hips. She wore a pair of cute polka-dotted cotton panties underneath that clung to her curves just right. Nothing ultra-sexy, but clean and sweet and pretty…and still made him long to strip them off of her. Emily could probably wear nothing but a towel and he’d think she was a goddess.
Her hands dragged over his chest, clawing at his shirt, and even as he pushed at her panties and lowered them down her hips, she found his ni**les and flicked her fingertips over them through the material of his shirt. A jolt raced through his body at that.
“Do you like to be touched here?” she asked, rubbing her fingers on those twin sensitive spots.
“I like it anywhere you touch me.”
“Mmm.” She slid a hand down his front and cupped his aching cock. “Good to hear.”
He groaned and dragged her against him, pulling her toward the bed. Her clothes were around her knees. “That’s close enough.”
Emily giggled as he picked her up and she twined her arms around his neck, kissing his jaw, his neck, anywhere she could reach. When he set her on the edge of the bed, she kicked her legs, sending the rest of her clothes skittering across the wooden floor. Then she was na**d and soft and all his.