Gambling With the Crown(62)

                He kissed her again, his mouth taking hers in a hard, deep kiss. Emily arched up to him, wrapped her arms around him until he slipped her bonds and pressed openmouthed kisses to her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. Her bra had a front clasp and he did away with it handily. A moment later, his hot mouth was on her aching nipple. Emily cried out as she arched her back, thrusting herself greedily into his mouth.

                He sucked hard and soft, nibbled and bit until her body was on fire. How could so much pleasure come from such a tiny spot? But he didn’t stop there. He did the same to her other nipple until she was writhing on the cushions and panting his name.

                When he unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her hips, she had a crazy moment of panic that she was completely naked before him. He knelt and peeled her jeans and panties off and dropped them. His gaze flicked over her and her breath caught in her throat while she waited for him to say something.

                “Emily.” He caressed her calves, her knees, the insides of her thighs as he moved over her body again. “So lovely. How stupid I have been not to make love to you before now.”

                “It wouldn’t have happened.” She sounded breathless. “Not while I worked for you. And if it had, I would have handed in my resignation.”

                He blinked. But he didn’t stop caressing her. “Then perhaps it’s good we have waited.” He pushed her knees apart, his gaze dropping to the juncture of her thighs. “But we have much to make up for.”

                He bent and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Emily’s body felt tight, like a rubber band stretched just under the breaking point. Another inch, and she would snap. Her breath came in tight, shallow little gasps and her skin burned with excitement.

                Kadir’s breath against her thigh was hot and moist—and then his fingers found her, his thumb skimming over her clitoris while she gasped.

                “You like that,” he murmured.

                “Oh. Oh, yes.”

                He did it once more, and again her body tightened. “And what will you do if I lick you, Emily? Will you come for me?”

                She was so aroused it physically hurt. Her body throbbed with pain and need and all she wanted was for him to ease the ache. She nodded, unable to speak.

                His grin was wicked—and beautiful. He pushed her thighs farther apart. And then he bent and licked the wet seam of her sex.

                Emily’s back arched off the cushions as if someone had touched her with a live wire. The sound coming from her throat was high-pitched and desperate.

                And she didn’t care. She wanted more. She wanted everything.

                Kadir tongued her again and again, until she was fisting giant handfuls of cushion and panting his name. She was so, so close, her body wound tighter than any spring ever could be—but Kadir was skilled and he knew how to keep her from soaring over the edge.

                “Kadir,” she begged. “Please.”

                He stopped abruptly, getting to his feet while she cried out. She lay there in shock while he walked out of the room. But then he was back, ripping open a condom and shoving his briefs down before rolling it onto his thick length.

                Emily’s heart beat harder as he stretched out over top of her again, pressing her into the cushions. His hand went between their bodies, stroked the bud of her sex.

                “I have to be inside you, Emily. The first time you come with me, I want to feel it happening.”