She shoved against his chest. The move normally wouldn’t have much impact, but he stepped away because she seemed to want him to. When she pushed a second time, the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he finally got it. He let his body fall until his ass hit the mattress.
He’d barely pushed up on his elbows when she climbed on top of him. The peek down her shirt as she crawled up his body told him she left the bra in the bathroom. He was about to thank her for that when her head dropped and she began kissing his chest. At first, small nibbles over his shirt then her fingers slid up and under. Her palms flattened on his chest as her legs straddled his hips.
While she shoved his shirt to his neck, her soft hair brushed over his shoulder. Every touch, every kiss, lit his skin on fire. He had to ball his hands into fists to keep from grabbing her, turning her over and plunging inside of her.
But no. She ran this show. The seduction, the speed—all her. Even if it killed him.
Her mouth traveled down his stomach to the top of his boxer briefs. Leaning back, she studied him. Ran her hand over the growing bulge in his shorts. Touched every inch before bending down and fitting her mouth over him through the material.
He almost flew off the bed. The sensation—the rough friction of his underwear and nip of her teeth—had him opening his legs to give her more access. His heart hammered and his breathing sped to heart attack range. When she did it again he drove his shoulders into the mattress and lifted his hips toward her mouth just to get closer.
But she had other ideas. She controlled time.
Her hand replaced the caress of her mouth. She outlined his shape until his erection pressed against the material. Then she peeled the briefs off. Slow and making sure to brush the elastic over his sensitive tip.
“Fuck, Emery.”
“Eventually.” She took him in her hand. Pumped up and down. “But I’m in charge now.”
She sure as hell was. This would haunt his dreams. Her touch. That hot, sweet mouth. When she slid him between her lips he slammed his teeth together to keep from moaning. Closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the feel of her tongue as she surrounded him.
She licked and sucked and instinct kicked in. He started thrusting into her mouth without any signal from his brain. He tried to hold back, but she set the pace. She held him. Swallowed him.
Looking down, he saw her there, curled over his upper thighs. Her hair fanning out and her eyes closed. Over and over he watched his length disappear into her mouth. Felt her tongue sweep over him.
His control broke.
He tried to warn her, to say something, but his body took over. His hand moved and his fingers slipped into her hair. The tightening inside him exploded and his ass lifted off the bed. He came as his body bucked. Kept moving while she squeezed him in her hand and held him in her mouth.
When he finished he fell back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to slow his heartbeat. To get his pulse back within normal range. He concentrated on the white paint and studied the light fixture. Anything to bring his body back under control.
Then her face floated above him. She slid over him and balanced her elbows on either side of his head. “Are you okay there, stud?”
“Pretty fucking perfect.” He somehow managed to lift a hand and trail it down to the small of her back. Slip his fingers under the waistband to cup her ass. “So are you, by the way.”
“I’ve been dying to do that.”
That wasn’t a comment he heard every day. “You should feel free to do that anytime. Really, I volunteer. You have an automatic green light.”
She smiled and her happiness was enough to light up the room. “I meant to see you lose it.”
That wasn’t anything new. “I go half-mad every time I push inside you.”
“That’s so romantic.” The amusement was right there in her voice.
God, he loved being with her. Not just the sex, though that was pretty spectacular. Everything. The talking, the joking. Most people considered him humorless. With her, he felt less stiff. More human. A bit like the guy he was before everything changed, only without the irresponsibility part.
“What does Owari mean?” she asked as she traced the outline of his mouth with her fingertip.
He had to force his mind to catch up to the new topic. “Wow, that question came out of nowhere.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “I have so many.”
“Really?” As far as he was concerned he’d been a pretty open book. She knew more than even the other Quint Associates guys, and he’d known them for years. Suffered and trained with them.
“Do you know how tempting it is to snoop through your house while you’re asleep?” She moved her leg over his. “With everything that’s been going on and your tendency to rush me into bed right after dinner, I’ve seen, maybe, four rooms and know there are many more.”
He bent his arm under his head so that he could lift up and see her better. “You can go anywhere.”
She snorted. “Right. Because you wouldn’t lose your shit if you saw me pawing through your desk.”
He hoped she wouldn’t feel the need, but he let that go. “Try me.”