The Bad Boy of Bluebonnet(17)

Emily laughed again. “Deal.”

At least she no longer had that uncomfortable look on her face. Her eyes were dancing with merriment, the liveliness back in her expression.

He wanted to keep that look there. So he kissed her again, pulling her against him until her bare breasts brushed against his shirt. And goddamn, he could feel her hard, tight little nipples through the fabric of his clothing, and it made him ache all the more. “God, you’re pretty.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes closed, and pressed her breasts against his chest. “You feel nice. Real nice. Hard in all the right places.” Her hand slid along his shoulder.

“I’ll show you all my hard places as soon as we get these pajama bottoms off of you,” he murmured.

Emily grinned again and pulled one of his hands to the waist of her pants. “Let’s get to it, then, shall we?”

That was all the incentive he needed. Both of his hands went to her flannel pajamas and he shoved them down her hips. She wore a pair of cute polka-dotted cotton panties underneath that clung to her curves just right. Nothing ultra-sexy, but clean and sweet and pretty…and still made him long to strip them off of her. Emily could probably wear nothing but a towel and he’d think she was a goddess.

Her hands dragged over his chest, clawing at his shirt, and even as he pushed at her panties and lowered them down her hips, she found his nipples and flicked her fingertips over them through the material of his shirt. A jolt raced through his body at that.

“Do you like to be touched here?” she asked, rubbing her fingers on those twin sensitive spots.

“I like it anywhere you touch me.”

“Mmm.” She slid a hand down his front and cupped his aching cock. “Good to hear.”

He groaned and dragged her against him, pulling her toward the bed. Her clothes were around her knees. “That’s close enough.”

Emily giggled as he picked her up and she twined her arms around his neck, kissing his jaw, his neck, anywhere she could reach. When he set her on the edge of the bed, she kicked her legs, sending the rest of her clothes skittering across the wooden floor. Then she was naked and soft and all his.

“Are you going to get undressed?” She asked him, tilting her head a little. “Or am I the only one that gets to be naked?”

“Hell no,” he said. “If my pants get any tighter, I’m going to start losing circulation.”

She giggled again and put her hands on his belt, tugging him toward her. “Poor baby. Let me help with that.” Her fingers expertly worked on the tie to his sleep pants. With quick hands, she pushed the soft fabric down his hips and his briefs followed behind. She wiggled her eyebrows at him and stood up, tugging his shirt over his head in such a way that her breasts rubbed up and down his chest with her movements.

He groaned at the feel of her skin against his. “Tease.”

“It’s only a tease if there’s no prize at the end. If there is, it’s not teasing, just anticipation.”

Damn, she was a sexy little flirt. He liked that. Jericho let the rest of his clothing drop to the floor with hers and kicked it aside. Then they were both naked, and her hungry gaze moved over him, her hands skating along the planes of his stomach, following his tattoos. “Wow.”

“You like?”

“I like,” she breathed, her fingers dancing across the tribal covering his shoulder. “This must have taken forever.”

“I’m a patient man. I like to take my time if I know the reward at the end is going to be worth it.” With that, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her backward onto her big, circular bed. “Shall I show you?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, and she looked damn sultry underneath him with her breasts shivering with her movements, her blonde hair curling around her head. His Emily was sensitive because she hadn’t had sex in a while, eh? He wondered just how sensitive she was.

His hands went to her thighs and he pushed them apart, spreading them wide on the bed and pushing her knees forward until they almost hit her shoulders. He watched her face pinken a little at the vulnerable position, but she didn’t push him away.

And damn, she was gorgeous like this. The lips of her sex were revealed to him, all plump and pink, surrounded by blonde curls darker than the ones on her head. Her pussy was perfect – slick with desire and waiting for his touch.

Jericho took two fingers and brushed them down the wet seam of her, watching her reaction. Her entire body seemed to shiver in response, making those gorgeous breasts of hers shake. A low moan escaped her throat.

“Sensitive?” He asked again.

Her hands moved over her head and she clenched at the bedcovers. “God, yes.”