His mouth grazed her cheek, and he trailed kisses down her jaw to the curve of her neck, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on conversation. And difficult to breathe. Then those incredible hands of his were on the move again, gliding up and down her sides, sending tiny shivers all over her body.
“Mmm…not sure,” she murmured. “Can you do it again?”
He chuckled against her neck and obliged her request, and those darn shivers increased tenfold. “Pretty sure you like it, Emily.”
“Oh, absolutely.” She winked. “Why do you think I asked you to do it again?”
With a smirk, she fisted his shirt and needing it gone, she pushed it over his broad shoulders, and it fell to the floor as she regarded all she had uncovered.
Emily’s mouth literally watered as the need to lick and kiss and nip all the muscles and ridges displayed before her.
Magnificent. Lean. Nothing extra.
Like the man.
He eased his way past her defenses with his genuine charm and honest, caring heart.
She believed in being genuine and honest too.
Taking a deep breath, she laid it out there, “It’s been a while for me. Not since I caught my ex cheating nearly a year ago. I, uh, thought you should know.”
He hooked a finger under her chin and tipped her face until her eyes met his warm, unwavering gaze. “The guy was an idiot.”
“He liked me on his arm but not in his bed. Think his manhood felt threatened by my career.” She shrugged, adopting a nonchalant air she unfortunately didn’t feel.
Emily hated that she gave the jerk that power. She hadn’t done anything wrong, he had. And it wasn’t her fault he had an issue with her assertive nature. He was aware of it going into their relationship. She was just grateful to have only wasted eight months of her life on him.
“Sorry.” She winced and was unable to stop the blush from funneling into her face. “Talk about a mood killer.”
His gaze was dark. Very dark. “Sounds like the idiot didn’t have much of a manhood. And you didn’t kill anything, Officer Harrison. You’ve enhanced it.”
And as if to prove it, he rocked into her, and there was no mistaking the delectable feel of the hard bulge behind his zipper.
Emily’s heart knocked against her ribs several times before settling back in her chest. Until he ran his palms lightly down her body and grabbed the hem of her light green Shadow Rock Shelter t-shirt shed changed into before leaving work.
“Lift your arms,” he urged in a dead-sexy voice, before he slowly tugged the shirt up and over her head and let it drop to the floor.
At the sight of her periwinkle bra and barely contained breasts, Holden sucked in a deep breath. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, brushing herspillagewith his thumb.
A burst of heat flooded her belly. And when he set his palms on the wall on either side of her head, Emily’s ribs took another pounding from her out-of-control heartbeats.
He was close. So deliciously close, she only had to inhale, and their chests would touch. But anticipation was running through her, eager for his next move. And he definitely had a plan. She could see the determination in his gaze, a heavy-lidded, deliciously heated gaze that slowly dropped to her mouth.
Another rush of anticipation raced to all her good parts. She’d never felt so alive, and her body felt like it wore a cloak of static electricity. It was strange. Crazy.
Exhilarating.
He was still gazing at her mouth, his jaw flexing as if it were an effort to hold back. “Tell me what you feel, Emily.”
“So much.” Her voice sounded throaty in her ears. She slid her hands over his broad shoulders. His skin was hot and his body rock-hard, and the intoxicating combination made her tremble.
“And now?” He pressed against her
She let out a small, needy sound as desire funneled south.
Deep south.
“Me, too,” he murmured.
