Page 83 of When He Defends

She wanted him naked, and she wanted to see just how much of a non-gentleman he could be.

As they kissed, he lowered her back down on the bed. Followed her. Parted her legs and shoved up her skirt and pushed his hips against her, thrusting over and over. Her panties were in the way. His pants. Both needed to go. She didn’t wantsome slow build up. She wanted to rip his clothes off him. Desire thundered through her blood.

Her hands grabbed for his black shirt. Not one of his fancy button-downs. A t-shirt. So very un-Gray-like. She twisted and heaved and tried to shove up that shirt. Hard when he was still kissing her.

Soft laughter came as his lips broke from hers. “I’ve got this,” he assured her.

His t-shirt went flying. So didherblouse. Her bra. She sprawled beneath him on the bed as he levered up above her, and Gray reached out toward the nightstand with one hand.

What is he reaching for? Are there condoms in the nightstand?When in the world would he have stocked them there? Or was this one seriously well-prepared resort suite?

But when his hand came back, he wasn’t holding a condom.

He had an ice cube in his fingers.

“Gray, what are you—” Emerson’s question ended in a gasp because he’d just run the ice cube over one nipple.

“Cold,” he said.

Yes, yes, it was freakingcold.

“Now hot,” he growled, and his lips curled around the same nipple. He sucked and licked and his mouth was warm. No,hot, and the opposing sensations were wild and sent lust spiraling through her.

He treated the other nipple to the same sensual attention. Gray rubbed an ice cube over the tight peak, making Emerson gasp and shiver beneath him, right before that hot, hot mouth of his took possession of her. Sucking hard on her nipple. Making her push up against him even as her hips arched and a moan came from her lips.

Then he began to slide the ice cube—rapidly melting now—down her body. Over her stomach. Her belly button. Down, down to the top of her skirt.

Emerson realized she was holding her breath.

Would the ice cube melt completely before…?

He shifted his position, moving his legs from between hers. “You’re sexy as fuck in the skirt, but it has to go.” With one hand, he yanked away the skirt and the scrap of lace she’d been wearing as panties.

Her sandals were still on, and she should ditch them.

“Nope,” Gray said, as if reading her mind. “They are almost as sexy as your heels. They can stay. Not in the way at all.”

In the way…

Gray slid down. The ice slid down, heading straight for her core…straight for…

“All melted,” Gray breathed. His breath blew against her clit. “Guess you’ll just feel hot, sweetheart. Are you ready to be hot for me?”

Uh, shewashot for him. Done and done.

His mouth took her. Licked and sucked and kissed with no hesitation. Only with a primal sort of possession that had her bucking her hips against his mouth. His fingers joined his mouth, working her clit with a feverish intensity. His tongue knew exactly how to taste her. How to make her crave him, and she did, oh, she craved him so much.

Emerson knew she was going to come against his mouth. The orgasm built and built within her, and then, when his tongue thrust into her and his fingers stroked, stroked,strokedher clit, she cried out as she came on an endless surge against him.

He lapped her up all the more. Greedily. So possessively.

Then he left the bed. Even as her body still quivered, he left her.

Emerson blinked.

He’d stalked toward their bags. As she watched, Gray ditched the rest of his clothing. He pulled out a small packet from hisluggage. He tore open the packet, rolled the condom onto his dick, and strode back to her.

She was still sprawled on the mattress, with her legs wide open. Uh, she should move, yes?