Page 62 of When He Defends

Only Emerson was not careful. She slipped from the bed. Naked. Her body driving him crazy. She crept toward him. Stopped right in front of Gray. “I’m always careful,” she confessed. “All the time. With everyone.” Her hands rose. Went to the waistband of his pants. Undid his belt. Pulled it out from the loops. Let it fall. “With you, care and control aren’t what I want. Like you told me, let’s stop thinking.” She unbuttonedhis pants. Lowered the zipper. Shoved down the pants and his boxers, and she dropped to her knees with them. “Let’s feel.” Her fingers curled around his dick. She brought the thick head toward her mouth. Blew lightly over it.

His feet pressed harder against the floor. “Emerson.”

She opened her mouth and took his dick inside.

His hands clamped around her shoulders. She was hesitant. Careful, taking just the head. Licking him. Rubbing that sweet, sweet tongue against him, and then Emerson opened her mouth wider. She pumped the base of his dick with her hand and took more of him inside.

Yeah. I’m done.

His control ripped to shreds. He lifted her up even as he kicked away his pants and boxers.

“Gray? Did I—did I do something wrong?”

Hell, no. Too right.

He dropped her onto the bed. Yanked open the bottom drawer of his nightstand and had a condom out of that drawer and on in record time. Then he was climbing onto the bed. Pushing her legs apart.

He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her body.

Her breasts—those tight, tempting nipples—thrust up toward him.

He had to bend down. Had to lick. Suck. Had to taste. Had to use the edge of his teeth in a light, sensual bite.

“Fuck me, Gray.Fuck me.”

He drove into her. She’d been tight when he put a finger inside her before. Now, around his dick…So tight that I am going to lose my mind.

She gasped and moaned. Her legs flew up to curl around his hips. He gave her an instant to adjust to him.

So good. So insanely good.

He withdrew. Thrust into her. Again. Harder. Deeper. Her nails raked down his back. Her moans urged him on. His dick was thick and swollen. Hard as hell. He hammered into her. Pushed a hand between their bodies and stroked her clit, working her with his fingers even as he thrust his dick into her again and again.

Her body stiffened beneath him. Her head tipped back against the pillow. Her mouth widened, and she gasped out his name. He felt the contractions of her inner muscles around him, milking his dick.

Hell, yes. Hell, yes.

She came, crying out his name.

And that was fabulous. She feltincredible.But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out of her.

“Gray!”

He flipped her on the bed. Brought her up to her knees. “Lock those hands around the headboard.”

Trembling, uncertain, she did. She gave him one hell of a view of her ass.

And he remembered what she’d said about spanking…

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His hand slid over the curve of her ass.

“Gray?”

“Hold tight, baby. I’m not close to done with you yet.” He drove into her from behind, sinking into her hot, tight sex. One hand chained her hips against him. The other slid around her body. Eased between her folds. Worked her clit again and again because he needed herwild.