wanted to be made love to. Her lips curved into a rueful smile, and she shook her head. She wasn’t a
complete coward.
Stepping away, she slid her hand down his belly, into the springy hair at his groin until her fingers circled
his length. He flinched and rocked back on his heels when she went lower to cup his balls.
“Take your pants off,” she murmured, suddenly eager to see him.
His thumbs hitched into the waistband of his jeans, and he yanked. The denim gathered around his feet,
leaving him deliciously exposed. Not waiting for her dictate, he shrugged out of his shirt, allowing it to
fall behind him.
Her gaze was riveted to his lean hips and to the dark hair at his groin. His erection jutted outward, an
invitation. She dropped to her knees and reached to circle him with both hands.
She stroked. Up and down, enjoying the way he came to life in her palms. He grew harder, pulsing over
her fingers. Her tongue darted out. A taste. She wanted to taste him, to bring him the ultimate pleasure.
She circled the head, teasing, with light little licks, keeping him from the depths of her mouth. When he
tensed and let out a groan, she smiled, confident in her ability to drive him wild.
“Stop teasing me, damn it,” he rasped. “Suck me, Emmy. Swallow me whole. Do something, but stop
tormenting me.”
In response she took him deep. His fingers tangled roughly in her hair and he thrust forward, wanting
deeper.
His taste danced on her tongue and his scent filled her nostrils. He was in her, on her, living inside her
heart and soul. They were both frantic, and she didn’t know who was doing the most work. Her fingers
dug into his hips as she pulled him closer. His hands twisted in her hair, holding her as he bucked against
her.
And suddenly he left her. She rocked back, her hand going to the floor for balance. His harsh breathing
filled her ears as he gasped for breath.
“Not yet. I don’t want it to end yet.”
She understood, and she gifted him with a wavering smile. He’d been close. She turned, wanting to find
Taggert. She wanted to undress him too and run her hands and mouth over his hard body.
He was already naked, standing a few feet away, his hand coaxing his cock to full erection. She watched
in fascination as he rolled the foreskin up and down and how thick and long he looked when he pulled it
all the way back.
Before she realized what she was doing, she licked her lips, and Taggert let out a harsh expletive.
“You’re killing me, Emmy. I want your mouth, baby.”
“Then come and take it,” she challenged.
He was there before she could blink. He put one hand on the top of her head to hold her in place while he
positioned his cock at her lips with his other hand.
“Open for me.”
Dutifully she complied, and he slid inside as soon as she parted her lips. He wasn’t as content as Greer to
let her dictate the pace. He thrust hard and deep, and his fingers curled tighter into her hair. He released
his grip on his cock and gently touched her face, his fingers feathering over her jaw and then to her neck
as he fucked her mouth.
“If you only knew how many times I’ve seen you just like this in my fantasies.”
Greer’s voice startled her and her gaze shot sideways to see him standing there watching, his hand
pumping his cock as he watched her suck Taggert.
“On your knees. Only it’s my cock in your mouth. Your hair streams down your back like moonlight, and
you’re looking up at me with the world in your eyes. If you only knew, Emmy.”
She glanced up at Taggert to see the agreement in his expression. He thrust back and forth, his jaw
clenched tight, but his gaze never left her. There was lust, but there was so much more reflected there for
her to see. Love. And hope.
He rose up on tiptoe, his face creased in agony. And then, like Greer, he pulled away, leaving her gasping
for breath, her body trembling with awakened passion.
Greer grasped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. His lips came down on hers even as he walked her
backward toward the bed. He pushed. She fell. He came down over her, his body covering her like a sheet
of fire.
His knee wedged between her legs, pushing them apart. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All she
knew was his mouth ravaging hers, tasting her, drinking from her. He settled between her thighs, his cock
nudging impatiently at her opening.
“Take me,” he whispered into her mouth.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him. He thrust hard, and the first shock of his entry
nearly shattered her. He was in her so deep, so full, that it stole her breath. She raced to catch up, to
process the bombardment of sensations battering her from every angle. But he didn’t wait. He rode her,