She moaned and brushed her tongue along his, needing to give as much as she took. And she took, running her hands down his shoulders to the front of his shirt and unfastening the buttons as quickly as possible. She needed to feel him, too. All of him.
Releasing her mouth, he helped her remove his shirt, and she shook in anticipation of finally getting to caress all those muscles and ridges.
She wasted no time getting her hands on him, loving the feel of his taut abs quivering under her touch. “I could eat you up,” she said against his collarbone before nipping her way over to his shoulder.
“I was thinking the same thing.” His fingers brushed the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine as he untied her dress, then he stood back to watch it fall to the floor. “God, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Feeling a little bit naughty standing under his gaze wearing nothing but blue satin bikini-cut panties and her strappy sandals, she also felt incredibly empowered by the heat in his eyes. “If you don’t put your mouth on me soon, I might have to hit you.”
A sexy, devilish grin dimpled his face as he glided his hands up her ribs to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her sensitive peaks. Before she could protest—or praise—he backed her up against the door again.
“Anything for you,” he murmured, dipping down, but instead of kissing her, he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Gasping at the pure, unexpected pleasure, she thunked her head against the door and closed her eyes.
Praise. Definitely praise.
His mouth was warm, and his tongue flicked her sensitive tip while he gently pulled on the other with his forefinger and thumb. Desire slashed through her belly, straight to her core, and she clutched at his toned biceps, willing him to continue. As if knowing what she wanted, he switched his attention to the other, and she sighed at the sheer pleasure.
“Like that?” he asked, releasing her nipple.
She nodded and mumbled something that must’ve made sense because he smiled and kissed her nipple.
“Me, too.” His lips blazed a path up her chest, throat, and jaw, until he finally covered her mouth with his, kissing her fast and hungry. Threading his fingers in her hair, he knocked the clip loose, and it fell to the floor with a light clang.
Heat flooded her belly, making her tremble—making her want more—so she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and a low, sexy sound rumbled in his throat.
Mmm…she liked that sound. A lot.
Removing a hand from her hair, he skimmed a path to the curve of her hip and over the top of her panties, where he slid a finger down the middle, rubbing the material against her sensitive flesh.
Emma broke the kiss and gasped.
“You’re so wet,” he said against her throat, then without warning, lifted her up and walked over to the island.
She squeaked when the cold counter connected with her heated skin, and a second later, she forgot her discomfort as he regarded her with a dark, smoldering gaze.
“We have unfinished business.” He tucked his fingertips inside her panties and tugged the satiny fabric over her hips and down her legs without removing her sandals.
If she hadn’t been so turned on, so needy, she probably would’ve felt self-conscious. “I agree.” She trailed her hands up his arms to explore his sinewy shoulders. The man was hard and cut, but not overly pumped like some of the soldiers she saw doing physical training on her way to the office in the mornings.
Vince had a working man’s build, which she preferred, and she showed him by running her hands down his torso, brushing her thumbs across his ridges along the way.
He groaned and caught her hands. “Later. I can’t think when you touch me.”
She was about to tell him she knew what he meant when he released her hands to lift one of her legs and kiss a path from her knee to her quivering thigh.
Need tingled through her body in a delish rush.
“Relax. Open up for me,” he urged, his breath warm on her skin, while his fingers skimmed up and down her leg.
Emma didn’t know what was more incredible, the scrape of his hands or his chin as both inched closer to where she ached for him the most.
“In fact, lie back and enjoy,” he murmured. “I might be a while.”
His words, delivered in a low, hungry tone, nearly set her off.
Taking his advice, Emma eased her back onto the counter and clutched the sides as he trailed kisses to her hip and across her stomach, swirling his tongue in her belly button on his way to the other side.
“So soft.” He nipped and kissed some more before setting both her legs on his shoulders. “Damn, Emma.” His sucked in a breath and gazed down at her. “You’re so gorgeous.”
Another flash of empowerment rushed through her as his eyes blazed with a need she felt to her core.
Then he brushed a finger over her center, once, twice, then slipped inside. “So wet.”
She clutched the counter and moaned, and repeated the processes when he removed his finger in an upward motion.
“Yeah,” he said, dipping down to kiss her upper thigh. “I’m definitely going to be a while.”
Then he licked her.
Gasping, she lifted off the counter, but he didn’t miss a beat, didn’t stop, he just slipped his tongue inside and explored every bit of her while gently pressing her back down. Alternating between his finger and his tongue, the talented man had her panting and moaning inside of a minute.
He’s great in the kitchen…
Tiffany’s words resounded in Emma’s head, and Emma wondered briefly just how many women he’d been great with in the kitchen, but then he upped his pace and did something amazing with his tongue. All thoughts disappeared as her world narrowed to what he was doing and how he made her feel—decadent, and sensual, and worshipped.
Closing her eyes, she rocked her hips, matching his pace as heat spiraled through her. Mmm…he was good. So good. And she was so close. Already.
“Vince.” She forced her eyes open and stared at him. “If you don’t stop I…”
“It’s what I want,” he uttered, his gaze so dark it appeared almost black. “Lose yourself for me.”
Then his mouth was on her again, licking and sucking and driving her out of her mind. And when he changed the angle of his stroking tongue and held her between his finger and thumb, she indeed lost it, crying out his name as she burst into a million-and-one pieces.
He let her down slowly before removing his mouth to place a kiss to each of her inner thighs, working his way to her left knee and back. “You taste amazing,” he said against her skin.
Finding a smidgen of strength, she lifted onto her elbows and met his gaze. “You were the amazing one, Vince.” She smiled. “I was the one lying back and enjoying, remember?”
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, turning them a rich amber. “Trust me, you weren’t the only one who enjoyed that. Thank you for giving yourself to me.”
“Thank you for giving me such an amazing orgasm.”
“My pleasure.” A wicked grin crossed his face. “But I’m far from done with you.” Heat still smoldered in his eyes as he lightly brushed a finger over her center.
Emma’s heart rocked in her chest, then thundered out of control as he started to take her out of herself again. She knew their attraction was intense, and being with him would be amazing, but the things he was doing, the way her body responded so easily—so quickly to his—blew her mind.
It was something she’d never expected, never knew existed, and as he brought her to climax a second time, she realized he was ruining her for other men, because she might never get enough of him.
…
The sound of his name on Emma’s lips was the most incredible thing Vince had ever heard. And her taste? Damn, he’d never get enough, not as long as he lived. But this wasn’t forever, so he was going to enjoy what she wanted to give him right now.
And right now, he needed to be inside her.
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nbsp; As she trembled on the counter, working to catch her breath, he quickly shucked the rest of his clothes and grabbed a condom from his wallet. The sight of her lush body, glistening and shaking with aftershocks, made him harder than hell. He needed to sink into her heat more than he needed air.
Focusing on the floor, he inhaled, then exhaled slowly in an attempt to regain some control. Their date tonight had been incredible. Their real date, because that’s what it had turned out to be. Once Emma had let her guard down and let him in, let him see the real her, he discovered everything he’d expected to find. A warm, thoughtful, funny, vibrant woman. She made him smile and laugh, and he enjoyed making her smile and laugh, too.
But his favorite thing was making her pant and call out his name as he satisfied her.
Damn…it made him feel…amazing, on top of the world, like nothing he’d ever felt before.
He needed to do it again, but this time, Vince wanted to be inside her, wanted to satisfy them both.
“Let me,” she said, slipping off the counter, her beautiful breasts bouncing in front of him as she grabbed the condom from his hand.
Not daring to breath, he stood still while she slowly rolled it on, taking her good-natured time doing it, too. Testing his control with a few strokes along the way.
“Emma,” he ground out through his teeth, then crushed her close and kissed her, hot and wild and frantic.
She moaned and rubbed her breasts back and forth against his chest. Damn, that felt good. She felt good. Need throbbed through his groin. The sound and feel of her pleasuring herself with his body was nearly too much. Ah, hell. He wasn’t going to last.
In a quick move, he swept her off her feet and carried her to the couch in her open-concept living room. No way would he make it down the hall to her bedroom. “Is this okay?” he asked, setting her on the cushions.
She moved to the floor instead, and smiled up at him. “Perfect.”
Wasting no time, he crawled up her body, kissing and licking his way to her gorgeous breasts, paying extra attention to her tight peaks. She moaned and writhed beneath him. He liked that. A lot. Again and again, he tweaked and sucked, until she clutched his shoulders.
“Vince…I need you in me.” She spread her legs in an open invitation. “Now.”
Lifting his head from her breast, he stared into her desire-laden eyes. They were so dark, they appeared almost navy. “Anything you want.” He positioned himself at her center, and still holding her gaze, pushed all the way in.
Damn…he’d never felt anything so good. So sweet. So…Emma.
He knew being inside this amazing woman would rock his world, but it was beyond anything he could’ve imagined.
“Vince,” she murmured on a hitched breath, her body arching off the carpet. “Faster. Harder.”
Not wanting to mar her supple skin with rug burns, he gathered her to him and leaned back until his ass rested on his calves and her inner thighs brushed his hips.
“Oh…wow,” she choked out, a decadent smile on her lips. “I can feel so much of you.”
Cupping the soft cheeks of her gorgeous ass while she gripped his shoulders, he began to thrust, loving the sexy, low moans he ripped from her throat.
She captured his mouth, kissing him fast and hungry and deep, her body matching his movements. The incredible woman drove him mad, with her peaked nipples scraping against his chest in delicious tandem.
So beautiful and giving and demanding.
Her tongue tangled with his, and he groaned, pumping into her harder and faster. Soon, heat skittered down his spine and tingled through his balls. Release was close, too close; he wanted this to last forever. Wanted to enjoy her decadent body and the feel of her slick heat surrounding him.
But she felt too damn good.
Drawing back, he kissed a path to her shoulder and sunk his teeth near the curve of her neck. She cried out and rode him harder.
Ah, hell. He was done.
Sliding his hand between them, he brushed his thumb over her center and she instantly flew apart, calling his name again and spurring his own fierce release.
After a few brief but amazing seconds, they dropped down to the floor, still tangled together. He held her close as they worked to catch their breath, her body shaking with little aftershocks like she had on the counter. A thrill ran through him knowing he was the cause.
Brushing her damp hair aside, he kissed her forehead. “That was amazing.”
“That was…I…wow.” She drew in a breath. “We have some killer chemistry.”
Something she was not going to find with Stephan, of that he was damn sure.
Vince’s gut knotted, but he pushed thoughts of the doctor and her possible future with the man aside, determined to concentrate on the present. Tonight. Right now.
“That we do.” As much as he hated to pull out of her, it was time. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“First door on the left.” She pointed down the hall.
Reluctantly, he left her to go take care of business. Then he returned to the kitchen to grab his phone and text Leo to make sure he wasn’t needed next door. When he received the all good sign, he told his buddy he’d see him in the morning before shoving his phone back in his jeans. While there, he dug out the other two condoms from his wallet. They might not have forever, but they did have tonight.
He was far from done with Emma and their killer chemistry.
Chapter Eighteen
The next morning, Emma woke up in bed, sore in places she’d never been sore in before. As the night and all her hot Vince activity rushed through her mind, she smiled and reached for him.
The bed was empty.
He was gone already?
She opened her eyes, fighting off disappointment and hurt, when the smell of bacon registered in her brain.
Her stomach rumbled. The man was the root of both of her hungers.
And her satisfactions.
Chuckling, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand and noted there was still an hour left before she had to go to work. Good. She got out of bed and made a quick stop in the bathroom before heading out to the kitchen in search of her chef extraordinaire.
She found him by her stove, barefoot, shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans he must’ve hastily pulled on, because when he turned around, she noted they were zipped but not buttoned.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he took in her naked state. “Damn…you take my breath.”
Smiling, she walked to him. “Allow me to give it back.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him just how she’d learned he liked it, slow and deep.
His firm hands cupped her backside, and she rocked into him. A tortured sound rumbled in his throat a second before he took over the kiss, zapping her brain cells left and right.
When they finally broke for air, he smiled down at her. “That’s what I call a good morning.” Then he blinked and muttered a curse. “Damn. I forgot about the eggs.” He let her go to shut off the stove. “They’re burnt. Sorry. I’ve never done that before.” He walked to the oven and removed a tray of bacon.
“It’s okay.” She followed him and lifted a hand to grasp his chin and turn his face her way. “It wasn’t eggs I was hungry for.”
Heat flashed through his eyes and his lips twitched. “Oh? Care to tell me what entrée you’d like me to prepare?”
She unzipped his jeans, then pushed them down to his ankles. Before he could respond, she dropped to her knees and helped him step out of his pants, thrilled to find him naked and ready underneath. “I think I can prepare it myself.”
“Is that right?”
With a few strokes, she watched his erection bob in affirmation. “Yep.” Grasping his hips, she leaned in to trace his sexy V with her lips before licking her way down the happy trail. “Most definitely.” Encouraged by the feel of his hands on her head, she placed kisses down his length, all the way to his tip, before taking him into h
er mouth.
His sharp inhale echoed through the kitchen. “Damn, that feels good.”
Happy to be on the giving side for a change, she repeated the process several times before releasing him to rise to her feet. “I have an idea.”
Grabbing his hand, she led him across the kitchen toward the bench along the wall and used her hip to shove the table aside. Adrenaline and need shook through her as she pushed him onto the bench before dropping back to her knees.
“Emma,” he said, but she reached up to place a finger over his lips.
“Just relax.” She grinned and glided both of her hands over his thighs, licking her lips as she stared at his erection jutting out thick and long and proud. “I might be a while.”
Then she showed him just how good she could be in the kitchen.
…
All day, Vince couldn’t get rid of the image of a gorgeous, naked Emma kneeling between his legs as she melted every last bone in his body. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face, either. A fact his brother noted the instant he’d walked in that morning. Thankfully, Leo had been in the kitchen, too, so it prevented his brother’s tirade.
Oh, it was coming.
As sure as Christmas.
He was certain, but he knew his brother. Dom never argued in front of people. If he had a beef with someone, he took them aside and had it out in private. Vince respected that—and his brother’s opinion—but he didn’t want to hear it right now. Especially since it wasn’t going to be favorable.
So he’d nodded to them and headed upstairs to grab a shower before taking his brother to physical therapy. As if knowing he was some sort of buffer, his buddy tagged along.
Leo was a good friend.
And Vince told him that when they sat in the hospital cafeteria drinking coffee while Dom was in therapy.
Of course, Leo shrugged it off. “Nothing you and the guys wouldn’t do for me. We have each other’s backs.”
“Always.” He nodded, noting a slight smirk to his friend’s lips.
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