Anyway, she now had a second erotic memory to add to her list of fantasizing material.
The first involved something she'd seen right after her wedding—her new husband's scorching-hot brother getting his clothes ripped off by one of her own bridesmaids.
Nick's shirt had gone first, and she'd seen he had pecs and abs to die for. Then Cassie yanked up his formal kilt. His fully erect cock leapt out at her. The woman had dropped to her knees before him, wrapped her fingers around his shaft and devoured the head in obvious erotic worship.
Close your eyes, Emily!
But she couldn't. He was the most scrumptious eye candy she'd ever seen. He gently buried his fingers in Cassie's hair and moaned. His expression was blissful. Emily forced herself to look away. Seconds later, a guttural curse came from Nick and she couldn't resist seeing what he was responding to. Cassie stroked his shaft up and down, then took him down her throat.
With another curse, he yanked her up. "Take off your clothes." After removing his kilt, he ripped open a condom while urgently guiding her toward the sofa.
Cassie was able to fling her dress away before Nick laid her back on the cushions. He quickly stripped her panties down her legs, and tossed them. Emily couldn't believe how aggressive yet gentle he was as he spread her legs and knelt between, his cock sheathed in a condom.
From her vantage point in the closet, Emily watched his cock slid in, first shallowly, then slowly deeper. Cassie gasped, then cried out while arching her back. Clearly, she wanted more. Who wouldn't? Though guilt swamped Emily, she wished in that moment she could switch places with Cassie. Nick was the hottest man she'd ever met.
Emily had dealt with the guilt since she'd first seen Nick and realized how unbelievably attractive she found him. Apparently, most women felt that way about him, so she wrote it off as some instinctive, biological power he held over females. She'd tried to ignore it and focus on making her marriage to Jared happy. She had loved him, or at least she thought she had.
What did she know about love anyway? He'd cheated on her with another woman. End of story.
Emily had struggled with whether she'd mentally cheated on Jared by fantasizing about Nick and thinking about him when she was down or annoyed with Jared. Nick was undoubtedly an even bigger womanizer than Jared had been. He knew his own appeal. He knew women lusted over him, and he likely took advantage of that.
To be attracted to Nick was normal, because all women were. But to think it would lead to anything more was insanity. He wouldn't know the meaning of emotion or commitment.
But why had he been masturbating in the shower moments ago? Surely she didn't turn him on that much. Or maybe she did…a little. She hoped. It was quite an ego boost to be able to arouse a sexy man like him. Had he done the same thing that morning when he'd given her an orgasm, then gone to take a shower? He'd come out much calmer than when he'd gone in. She would bet anything he had. He was a highly sexual man. But why would he need another release now? The kiss?
Either way, she had to go downstairs and face him. How could she talk to him without blushing furiously…or melting with arousal?
She splashed cold water on her face and dried it, then headed back down to the first floor. She forced her expression to remain neutral and business-like as she knocked on his door.
A few seconds later, he opened it and eyed her as if trying to guess what she wanted before she had a chance to tell him. He wore a pair of faded jeans and nothing else. The defined muscles of his chest and abs, and the way the soft denim cupped his sex almost distracted her.
"Yes?" he asked in a low voice. Or maybe it wasn't a question at all. Maybe he was saying yes to her unspoken need.
Glancing away, she cleared her throat. "I remembered something."
"What's that?"
"It might be nothing. Follow me." She strode toward the kitchen.
"Where? I don't have my boots on."
"So, put them on." Folding her arms across her chest, she waited.
"This better be good," he grumbled. Hmm, maybe he was still a bit sexually frustrated. She could hope.
A minute later, he exited the room wearing black motorcycle boots and followed her to the mud room near the back door. She took a garden spade from a closet along with her gloves.
"It's midnight, Emily. You're going to work in the garden?"
"No. Come on and hold the flashlight." She flicked on the exterior lights.
He pressed a hand high against the door, preventing her from opening it. "First, tell me why." It was slightly less than a demand.
"There might be something buried in my garden. Something valuable someone is willing to kill for."
"And you think this because…?"
She blew out an impatient breath. "A few months ago, I was walking home from work and I saw Jared's car pulling away from my house. He no longer had access, because I'd had the locks changed. He'd been parked near the garden gate. The next day, I noticed in the garden where I thought a dog or some other animal had dug in the dirt. I didn't connect the two until ten minutes ago. I mean, why would I suspect Jared of burying something in my garden? But now that some phallic object is missing, it makes me suspicious."