Secretly Craving You(41)

At that moment, Emily's body convulsed in orgasm, squeezing him so tight he thought he might come, too. No, dammit, he couldn't.

George gasped, lay down his gun on a nearby table and unzipped his pants. Only a few more seconds and Nick would give the sonofabitch what he deserved.

George ripped the ski mask from his head and sweat glistened on his red face. He then started masturbating frantically. Ha!

Nick took the stone phallus from Emily's hand and threw it hard at George's head. A loud whack sounded and the bozo dropped to the floor, groaning.

After withdrawing from Emily, Nick leapt from the bed, yanked his jeans up and handcuffed George's hands behind his back, then pocketed the keys. The nut-job would likely have a concussion, or at least one horrid headache, when he came to. To make sure George didn't escape while his head was turned, Nick tied his feet together with a robe belt. Thankfully, he appeared out cold.

Turning back to Emily, he found her on her knees on the bed. He lifted her into his arms, carried her down the hall to a guest bedroom and slammed the door. But she was all over him, kissing his neck, his face, his mouth.

His own arousal flamed up like an inferno and he wanted to pick up where he'd left off. Moaning, she opened her mouth, eagerly accepting his deep tongue kisses.

He laid her on the bed, holding her in place. "Wait right there while I call the police."

She moaned, widening her legs and stroking herself while he tried to concentrate on the call. He turned away, blocking out the mind-blowing, erotic image of her as he struggled to remember her address.

"Nick, please. I want you," she said when he hung up.





Chapter Twelve


"The police are on their way, sweetheart." Nick sat on the mattress beside Emily.

She rose to her knees, naked. "I don't care. I want you," she whispered in a desperate tone. Tears glistened in her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"No. I need you again. I can't wait any longer." She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and idiot that he was, he let her. Was there a straight man anywhere who didn't want a woman to be hungry for him, especially a woman he was crazy about? Her trembling hands and frantic actions fired up his need.

"Slow down, baby."

"No. Hurry." She pushed at his jeans.

His erection had waned during the action, but now was back in full force, standing upright from his open jeans like an iron rod.

Without warning, Emily climbed onto his lap and impaled herself. "So good," she moaned.

Damn, he'd meant to go downstairs and get the one condom he had. But again, nothing separated them. Just her overheated, drenched pussy surrounding and squeezing his cock.

"Oh fuck," he rasped. "Emily?" His mind deserted him.

"Yes, please." She rode him, grinding down onto him, milking his cock.

He wouldn't last anytime if he didn't take control. He'd waited too damned long for this, fantasized about it for years. And now that he was experiencing it, crushing arousal overtook him.

He flipped her over onto the bed, their bodies still joined, and slid in and out once, twice, savoring her. Nothing had ever felt so astounding and perfect.

"Mmm, yes," she urged. "Faster."

"Emily, dammit, I don't have a condom."

"Please. Just once," she begged and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He withdrew and slid in again, balls deep. Her pussy muscles clutched at him, the flutters driving him mad.

She cried out. "Harder. Please, make love to me, Nick."

Her words made his chest ache. How the hell was he supposed to say no to that? Because, yeah, as he'd always known, being with Emily wouldn't be a quick fuck; it was making love. Something he'd never experienced before, except in his imagination. He hammered her hard for several strokes, trying not to lose himself in the moment. Trying to retain control, but he was rapidly losing it.

"Oh my god, that's so good! More!" She locked her heels around his legs, holding him in place.

Hell, he had no choice but to give it to her. Give her everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. He thrust fast and deep, exactly the way he'd fantasized about since he'd first met her. Screw guilt. She wanted it. He wanted it.

She writhed beneath him, crying out, moaning and meeting each of his driving thrusts.

"Yeah, Em, that's it. Come for me."

He licked his thumb and stroked it against her swollen clit. She blasted off, screaming his name, her pussy squeezing him so tightly, threatening to wring the cum from him.

"Emily," he growled against her ear, inhaling her sweet scent, holding her tight against his chest. He couldn't believe he was inside her, as he'd wanted to be for so long, and that she was coming on his cock, drenching him in her sweet juices.

The orgasm shot through him like scorching lightning, his body shuddering, ecstasy smothering him, his cum shooting deep within her, filling her. He gave her all he had, physically and emotionally.