Those mesmerizing eyes of his were heated as they stared into hers, allowing anticipation to amp up between them, driving her a little bit insane before he finally kissed her.
Another needy sound reverberated through Emily, but she didn’t care.
Hungry and a whole lot eager, she brushed her tongue against his, thrilling at the deep, raw sound that rumbled in his chest. His hands left the wall and glided down her sides until they found her hips and gripped tightly.
Her body responded to the hunger she felt in his touch by rocking against him. Emily was shaking. She needed to feel him. All of him.
Without clothes.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered as they broke for air.
She smiled. “Good. Because you’re killing me.”
He huffed out a breath and set his forehead to hers. “Chemistry.”
The feel of him all pressed up against her was too much, and she couldn’t stop her hips from undulating again. Holden muttered a curse and pressed back with his impressive erection.
She cupped his face, loving the feel of stubble against her palm. “I think we get an A plus.”
It’d been a while since she felt moved, but this…this was off the charts. She’d never experienced this earth slipping, foundation rocking, movement before.
It was incredible.
“Agreed,” he said in a low, husky tone that told her that she wasn’t alone in this unfamiliar feeling frenzy.
This grounded, unflappable, formidable man was just as unnerved. That made her feel remarkable. Until a thought occurred.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she muttered.
He smiled a sexy as sin smile and dug a foil strip from his jeans pocket.
Emily snickered and patted his cheek. “Cocky much? You were that sure we were going to have sex, and lots of it?”
“Someone shoved a box of them in my locker at work. And I wasn’t cocky, I was prepared. We both knew it was going to happen,” he said, kissing her palm.
True. And she’d been hopeful.
She grinned. “I love your friends so much right now.”
“Love is a strong feeling,” he teased.
“Well, I have strong feelings about getting you into one of those condoms.” She laughed with him, then reached for the waistband of his jeans. “And about getting you out of the rest of your clothes.”
Emily unbuttoned his top button and smiled at his muttered oath when she cupped his bulge while tugging his zipper down.
He removed her touch and shook his head. “I better handle it from here.”
“Damn.” She grinned. “I wanted to handle it.”
“Baby, if you handle it right now, there won’t be a need for the condom, and I have plans.”
Her pulse hiccupped and heat stirred deep inside her body at the thought of those plans. “Then we need to finish getting naked.”
Without waiting for a reply, she removed her shoes, jeans, and socks, and was reaching around to unhook her bra when a big, warm hand stilled her movements.
“Allow me.” He set the condoms on a nearby dresser, and she shivered as he hooked his fingers under her straps and slowly tugged them down her arms until her breasts bounced free. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, brushing a thumb over one of her nipples while he dipped down and took the other into his mouth.
Air funneled into her throat and her eyes drifted shut as a flood of sensations pulled at her core. Lost in the feeling, she arched into his touch, welcoming…demanding more. But he drew back much too soon and must’ve unhooked her bra, because when she opened her eyes, it was on the floor next to her jeans.
