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“Not really,” she counters. “I did some digging. Jude was one of the original twelve apostles following Jesus around. He’s actually the patron saint of hope and impossible causes. He represents choosing faith when all seems lost.”
I glance up at Emerson. She’s emotional. Her eyes are glossy. That vulnerability she was fighting so hard to hide is shining through so beautifully in this moment. It’s everything that makes her glow. This, right now, is what I was picturing when I said I loved the way she saw me. And this is just one of the reasons I’ve fallen for her.
I kiss her hard, putting everything behind it that I’m unable to say. I slide the necklace into my pocket, sucking on her lower lip before I bite it between my teeth and tug. Desire swirls around us, consuming the air in the room.
Her slender shoulder curves seductively, the nape of her neck calling my lips. I drop them to her skin, smiling against her when her skin pebbles.
She still has no idea what she does to me. How sexy I think she is. How alluring. I could put her in a room full of Alexas, and I’d choose her each and every time. Without hesitation.
Raindrops pound the glass behind Emerson. My gaze drops downward, where her shirt has dipped at the neckline. She’s not wearing a bra, which I discover as the material slips even lower, revealing a perfectly pink nipple. My mouth follows my sight line, and I draw her nub into my mouth, my tongue tracing circles on her skin. I’m instantly hard, and it’s affecting my ability to think straight.
Her golden eyes are on fire when I flip mine up to meet hers.
“No bra,” I say huskily, stating the obvious. “Are you wearing panties?”
I trail my thumb along her leggings, slipping it just beneath the band. Her stomach tightens as her breathing quickens.
“I’m not telling,” she whispers.
“I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
I slip my hand into her leggings and don’t stop until I’ve discovered her bare. No panties.
She takes a deep inhale when my finger slides across her center to find her hot and wet. I rub along her slit and circle her opening, torturing us both before finally dipping two fingers inside. She tightens around me, reminding me of how good she felt the other night. Like heaven.
Losing patience, I remove my fingers and tug down the elastic band until her leggings lie in a pile on the floor beside us.
“Take this off.” I tug the bottom of her shirt.
She tilts her head with a sexy smile on her beautiful face. “I thought you liked this shirt. Loved it even.”
“Off,” I demand again.
She slips it overhead, and then she’s standing naked in front of me. Her eyes are blazing with lust. She shivers as I look at her. It isn’t cold in the room. She’s turned on.
I drag my gaze over her firm breasts, her waist, the flare of her hips. “I could stare at you all day long.”
I reach down to adjust the erection in my pants as it digs into my zipper. Her attention drops to my groin.
She unbuckles my belt quickly before reaching for the button on my pants, flicking it open and then lowering the zipper. I toss my tie overhead and remove my shirt, ripping it off my body with urgency. She pushes my pants and boxer briefs down my hips, stopping to grip my cock. It jumps in her hand with that first touch. The anticipation of feeling her tight heat as I slip inside of her has me hard as a rock.
I seize one of her nipples in my mouth again and suck hard, palming the other one. Emerson cries out, her fingers twisting into my hair. I twirl my tongue around the hard bud, my jaw brushing along her soft skin. She feels like silk, and I’m starting to love the contrast of her softness to my hardness.
There’s a small table behind me. I turn and swipe my arm across it. Colored pencils and sketch pads go flying to the floor. Emerson squeals when I lift her by the thighs and place her on the wood surface. Her sex is smooth, just like the other night, and glistening with arousal. I part her folds with my thumbs and flatten my tongue as I lean forward to drag along her slit. Her taste is sweet and musky and uniquely Emerson. Her back arches, throwing her gorgeous tits in the air.
She lets out a moan as her thighs fall further apart.
Thunder booms again as the rain roars outside the building. The glass rattles. The lights flicker right before we’re thrust into darkness. I pause from the intrusion. Glancing out the window, I see the electricity is out in all the surrounding buildings.
“Don’t stop,” she demands, tugging on my hair.
I chuckle and dive back in, holding her legs apart when she tries to close them. My tongue roams every inch of her before settling on her clit, circling rhythmically.
My other senses are heightened with my sight gone. My nose is buried in her sex, breathing in her sultry scent. Her skin feels even softer beneath my callous fingertips, and the taste of her honey is on my tongue. The deep moans of pleasure she’s making keep driving me insane as she writhes on the table beneath me. She cries out when I plunge my fingers into her opening and bucks against my face. I pump them while my tongue keeps circling that sensitive bundle of nerves. She tugs harder on my strands. She’s completely unguarded at this moment, unconcerned about anyone or anything. I love her like this.
I can tell she’s close when her thighs tighten around my head. I abruptly pull away.
“No!” she protests. “Don’t stop!”
