Page 51 of Defensive Desire

She doesn’t hesitate. “I want you. So much.”

That’s it. That’s all I need.

I lift her off the counter, and she yelps, hands clinging to my shoulders as I carry her to the small seating area in the back. I drop into the armchair with her straddling my lap, and she immediately shifts, rocking against the hard length stretching my jeans.

“Fuck,” I growl, hands finding her hips and guiding her movements.

She’s breathless, flushed, her hands cupping my face as she leans down to kiss me again, slow and so fucking deep, like she’s savoring every second.

My hand slips under her shirt, palming the soft curve of her breast through her bra. She arches into me as my thumb finds her nipple, gasping my name like it’s the only word she knows.

It’s messy and hot, and I’m half-crazy with the need to feel her bare skin against mine.

But I won't rush this.

Not when I’ve wanted her for so long.

Emma’s still straddling me, her lips swollen and flushed, her body all soft and warm against mine. I can’t stop kissing her, tasting her gasps, dragging my hands up her back just to feel more of her bare skin.

But reality of where we are seeps in through the fog of lust. The wide windows, the dim glow of the streetlamps outside, and the way anyone walking by could see her draped across my lap like this.

Fuck that.

I drag my mouth away from hers, sucking in a breath.

“Upstairs,” I rasp, voice rough with need.

Her eyes widen, and I can see the way her pupils are blown, her chest heaving. “What?”

I tighten my grip on her waist, barely holding back the urge to throw her over my shoulder like a goddamn caveman. “You're too exposed down here. Need you upstairs, where only my eyes get to see you.”

She hesitates, just for a second, but when I haul her to her feet, guiding her back with my hands on her hips, she doesn’t resist.

We barely make it to the stairs before I’ve got her pinned against the wall, my mouth devouring hers, my hands sliding up under her shirt.

She’s all breathy moans and eager hands, clawing at my shoulders, gripping my muscles.

I’m just trying to hold back enough to make it up the damn stairs.

I force myself to pull away, giving her a look that leaves no room for argument.

“Go,” I order, swatting her ass with a firm slap that sounds like heaven to my ears.

She shivers, and I don’t miss the way her lips curl into a wicked little smile.

“Ooooh, he's bossy, too,” she teases, backing up the stairs with me crowding her the whole way.

The second we make it to her small upstairs apartment, I kick the door shut behind us.

My hands are on her again, tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. I barely give her a chance to catch her breath before I’m backing her up to the bed.

She’s laughing and it’s such a fucking beautiful sound that it just makes me want her more.

I push her down, guiding her until she’s sprawled out on the mattress, her hair splayed over the pillows. My body follows, and I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other slides down to trace the line of her waist.

“I can't believe we're doing this,” she breathes, her eyes locked on mine.

I nuzzle her neck, sucking a bruise into that spot just below her jaw, and her legs part to let me settle between them.