Jeremy slides his hand around my leg, caressing the sensitive skin beneath my knee. His fingertips dance up the inside of my thigh and I let out a strangled gasp I try mightily to cover with a cough, clamping my legs together to keep him from going any farther. But playing hockey all those years must have given him freakish hand strength because he lets out a low chuckle only I can hear and pushes my legs right back apart. His hand continues its torturous northward journey, and I have had actual sex that didn’t feel as erotic as this does. I am wetter and needier from his hand on my thigh than I have ever been from anything else in my life.
It's entirely possible I won't survive this night.
I reach for my water glass, throat suddenly dry as the desert. As I lift the glass to my lips, Jeremy drifts a single finger over my lace covered pussy, touching me where I’m wet and wanting. Heat sears through me. I slam the glass back onto the table.
“Drink,” I gasp out, standing so abruptly my chair almost crashes to the floor behind me.
“What’s going on, Ems?” Jeremy asks innocently, face filled with amusement.
I want to punch him.
I want to fuck him right here on this table.
“I need a drink. Anyone else? No one? Great. Be right back.”
I spin around and make a beeline for the bar.
I’m accepting a beer I don’t want from the bartender when a familiar heat covers my back. My skin prickles with awareness seconds before Jeremy puts his hands on my waist, leading me a couple steps away from the bar.
“Kind of jumpy back there at the table, Ems,” he says into my ear.
I turn my head slowly, lifting my chin to meet Jeremy’s eyes, but keeping my back to his front. I need to take back some control or I am going to burst into flames.
“You know, two can play at this game.”
Jeremy’s eyes flash. “You think?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I know.”
Pushing my hips back slightly, I rub my ass over his cock. It’s long and already hard, and I feel a burst of triumph at the muscle ticking in his jaw. His cock jerking in his pants. His answering growl.
Jeremy’s hands tighten on my hips, spinning me around and wrapping an arm around my waist, yanking me against his erection. Taking the beer from my hand, he tips it up and takes a long sip. My eyes are glued to him, transfixed by the way his throat works as he swallows. His tongue darts out to lick a drop of beer from his lip, and my vision actually blurs with the force of my desire.
Control? Don’t know her.
He doesn’t miss my reaction. His eyes darken, pupils blown wide, gaze heating me from the inside out.
“Two more hours, Ems, and you are mine. You better be good and ready for me, Pretty Girl, because it feels like I’ve been ready for you forever. We’re about to find out how many times I can make you scream my name before morning.”
Jeremy’s gaze sweeps over me, and then he hands my beer back and walks away, trailing a hand over my hip as he goes.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jeremy
The hotel door has barely closed behind us before I’m spinning Emma around and pressing my mouth to hers.
“That was the longest wedding of all time,” I rasp out against her lips, gripping Emma’s hips and bringing her body flush against mine.
“No shit,” she manages, leaning her head to the side as I kiss down her jaw. “I love our friends, but I thought we’d never be alone.”
I reach down and pick Emma up. She immediately wraps her legs around me, settling on my hardening cock. It must hit her just right because she makes a triumphant noise in the back of her throat.
“Now that you’ve got me alone, what are you going to do about it, Ems?”
Emma rolls her hips against me, shivering when the head of my cock hits her clit, then leans forward and whispers in my ear.
“Anything I want.”
