Page 69 of Talk Wicked to Me

Chapter Nineteen

THE DESPERATION IN Emerson’s voice slayed Baz, but the thought that he didn’t want her was so ludicrous, he looked up at the ceiling and half scoffed, half laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He eyed Ollie, whose tail was wagging like he wanted to play. Baz wanted to play, all right, but not with him. “Ollie, lie down.” The pup sank down to his belly, and Baz turned his attention to the beautiful, fretting woman before him.

He stalked toward her, backing her against the door, eyes drilling into her. “Baby girl, not a second goes by without me wanting you. I didn’t want to rush you, but don’t mistake that consideration for disinterest.” He caressed her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I have spent all evening fantasizing about bending you over the back of that couch in that sexy little dress and those red fuck-me boots.”

Her eyes darkened, and she inhaled a shaky breath. He grabbed her hips. “Mm. There are so many things I want to do to you.” He slid his hands to her ass and squeezed, drinking in the lust rising in her trusting eyes. “Every time I hold you and feel your gorgeous body against me, I want to touch you.” He trailed his hands up her ribs, brushing the underside of her breasts, and the air rushed from her lungs. So fucking sexy. “I want to feel these beautiful tits. I want my mouth on them.” He dipped his head, nipping at the swell of her breast, earning a breathy moan. “I want to make you squirm with desire and hear you beg for more until I make you come so hard you forget how to speak.” He touched her face, loving the way she breathed harder as he trailed his fingers down her cheek. “Every time you show me that gorgeous smile, it steals my breath, and I want more of you.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. “Every time I kiss you, I think about how good you’d taste and the noises you’d make if I dropped to my knees and buried my face in your sweet pussy.”

She inhaled a ragged breath. “You do?”

“Every fucking time.”

She swallowed hard.

“Does that bother you, darlin’?”

She shook her head quickly, like she couldn’t answer fast enough, and damn, that turned him on. “That’s my girl. I have a feeling you’re just as wicked as I am.” He took her hands in his, pressing a kiss to one of her palms and another to her wrist, before lifting them over her head and trapping them there with one of his hands. Testing the waters, he spoke gruffly into her ear. “I think about how good your lips will feel wrapped around my cock.” Her breath left her lungs in a rush, and he drew back, their eyes locking. “Like the sound of that, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

He pressed his hips forward, rocking his rigid cock against her. She whimpered. “That’s how hard I am every night when I think of you, so don’t ever question if I want you. You’re my girl. Know I want you every minute of every day. You can take that for granted.” He brushed his lips over hers, grinding his hard length against her, taunting both of them. “I look forward to being buried deep inside you, hearing the sounds you’ll make when you lose control, feeling your pussy tightening around my cock.” He dragged his tongue along her lower lip. “We’re going to be incredible together.”

“Baz,” she pleaded.

“The wanting is torturous, isn’t it? It took every ounce of my control not to join you in the shower earlier. Knowing you were naked, touching the body I crave, was killing me. Then I heard you cry out my name, and fuck, Emerson. I wanted to storm in there and pleasure you myself.”

Her cheeks reddened. “You heard me?”

“Damn right I did, and it was so fucking sexy knowing you wanted me and couldn’t hold back.” He nipped at her lower lip, earning a sharp gasp. “I’ve been thinking about touching you ever since.” He moved his hand between her legs, and a low growl escaped at the feel of her damp panties. “I love that you’re wet from hearing how much I want you.” He rubbed her clit through the damp material, and she closed her eyes, moaning. “I fucking adore that sound. Eyes on me, darlin’.” When her eyes fluttered open, he pushed his fingers into her panties, sliding through her wetness. She inhaled sharply. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she panted out.

He worked that sensitive bundle of nerves faster and sealed his lips over hers, making love to her mouth the way he wanted to devour her pussy, eating up her sinful sounds and the way she writhed with his efforts. She went up on her toes, wrists straining against his hand, and he tore his mouth away, gritting out, “Fuck. I need your hands on me.” He released her wrists, and she grabbed his shoulders as he worked her faster.

“Kiss me.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, quickening his efforts. She moaned into his mouth, spurring him on to kiss her more demandingly. He fisted his hand in her hair, giving it a tug while adding pressure to her clit, and she shattered, crying into their kisses. Her hips bucked, moans and whimpers shooting from her lungs into his. He continued pleasuring her, riding her high, until her body shuddered with aftershocks.

When she went slack against him, he gathered her in his arms, keeping her close, trying to rein in the emotions coursing through him so strongly, he was afraid to speak. Their hearts were thundering to the same frantic beat, and he knew no words were necessary. He lifted her into his arms, told Ollie to stay, and snagged the baby monitor as he carried her into the bedroom and closed the door.

EMERSON WAS FLOATING on a cloud of pleasure. Somewhere in her lust-addled brain she registered Baz putting the baby monitor on the dresser. She wanted to tell him he didn’t have to carry her, but it felt so good to be in his arms, and she didn’t want it to end.

He threw back the covers with one hand, his muscles flexing deliciously against her. As he lowered her to the bed, she realized she was still wearing her boots, and when he came down over her, reality, and her insecurities, came rushing in. He looked like freaking Adonis, and she had belly rolls and dimpled thighs. Why couldn’t she have sexy dimpled cheeks like he had? Oh God. I probably have dimples on my butt cheeks. Okay, Emerson. Get a grip. It’s dark. He won’t see the pudge. I’ll just stay on my back so my stomach looks flatter. That’s better. Until my boobs start sliding east and west and dripping milk like rivers. Great, and I just pushed a baby out down there. What if we have sex and it feels different? Oh crap, what if it looks different. What if it’s a cavernous cave and he falls out? She had visions of Wile E. Coyote falling into a black hole.

His lips touched hers, bringing her focus back to his handsome face and adoring eyes, and her thoughts stumbled.

“Hello, beautiful. I’d ask if you come here often, but I know you like to do that in the shower.”

Laughter bubbled out.

“You looked like you were thinking too hard.”

She couldn’t stop smiling, because the man read her like a book. “You’d be overthinking, too, if you’d just had a baby and Adonis was on top of you.”

“Am I female in this equation?”

“Yes. Female with a squishy body and dimples in all the wrong places.”

He cocked a grin. “I’d be thinking about being his sex slave.”