Page 53 of Her Loving Hero

“Hold me tighter,” she requested shyly.

“Are you sure?”

She shifted closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. Even through the layers of clothing, she felt his heat and power. She wound her arms around his waist, not pulling him toward her, just resting her palms against his lower back, beginning to touch him with dainty strokes of her fingers. He closed his eyes and groaned.

Oh, she could get used to that sound.

She pressed her fingers in deeper. His muscles felt so good against her fingers. He felt strong. A strength that would only be used to protect her, never abuse her. She shifted even closer. Emily’s head drifted backwards, she parted her lips. “Please,” she begged.

Now, she silently urged. She needed her first kiss now. In this moment, from this man. She needed. She knew it would be perfect.

* * *

Wyatt neededthis moment to be perfect for her. She was so astonishingly lovely, in every possible way, and she’d chosen him. He traced his fingers through the fine gold strands of her hair, his thumb caressing the soft skin at her temple. He could see the rapid beat of her pulse, and he hugged her closer, Emily needed to know that she was his most cherished treasure.

Then his tongue licked her plump bottom lip, and he groaned. He had to taste, he couldn’t wait, she was fucking gorgeous. Sliding his fingers deeper into her hair, he tilted her head and parted her lips with his. His head spun at the lush, erotic feel of her. She tasted like nothing else in the world and he was lost.

Wyatt didn’t know who moaned, but the vibration of sound only added to the kaleidoscope of sound and symphony of texture. He pulled her in closer and felt her hands digging into his waist as her mouth opened wider and her tongue stroked shyly against his.

Shyly.

He opened his eyes and saw the flush of arousal on her high cheekbones, her eyes shut tight in concentration. But under his mouth he could feel her smile, and against his chest he felt the tight beading of her nipples. But still...

He brought his hands up and stroked her cheeks, gentling her until finally he broke their kiss. He rested his forehead against hers, waiting for her beautiful eyes to open, and when they did? Joy. He saw joy in her eyes. But then they clouded.

“What? What’s wrong, Em?”

“Why did you stop?” she asked tentatively.

“I could kiss you for hours.” He brushed his thumb against her soft, wet lower lip. She caught it in a tender kiss. He shuddered and her eyes cleared as she smiled.

“Let’s kiss for hours, then.”

Wyatt had never been more turned on in his life as Emily clutched him closer. But he could feel the faint trembling in her body, and he was pretty sure that despite her brave words it wasn’t all just arousal that had her shivering.

Wyatt cuddled her close, and Emily and after a taut moment Emily relaxed against his chest.

“I’ve got a proposition for you, Miss Hoag.”

“Hmmmm?” She snuggled closer.

“Dinner.”

He felt her nod. “And then?”

“A tiny bit of couch time, and then bed for you young lady. According to Gray you’ve been at my brother’s side for damn near two days.”

Emily pushed away from his chest and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “How much couch time, and what do we get to do?”

“If I had to guess, you’ll get your second, and maybe third kiss.”

“Oh yes please.”

Wyatt chuckled. Tonight, was going to be a good night.

* * *

Gray lookedtired as Riya put coffee mugs in front of both of them. Tired, but not pissed off, so that was a plus. Wyatt took a sip and almost moaned with pleasure, this was delicious.