The Playboy's Baby(51)

“Have a good night?”

Emma’s quiet voice, husky from sleep, wrapped around him, teasing his senses, and he jerked his head toward the sound.

He couldn’t contain the grin that spread itself across his mouth at the sight that greeted him. The little minx lay in his bed. With the moonlight drifting in through the window, softly illuminating the room, he followed the swells of her curves beneath the comforter. Her glorious hair fanned the pillow behind her.

He made quick work of his shorts, tossing them at the hamper, and then crawled in bed. Curling around behind her, skin hit silky, warm, enticing skin and every inch of him became immediately and intensely aroused.

“You’re naked.” He couldn’t hide the awe in his voice. Unable to resist, he slid his hand over her hip, up her flat stomach, to curve around the swell of one breast and flicked his thumb over the tightening nipple. The quiet, mewling she let out was music to his ears, and he flicked his thumb once more to hear it again.

She wiggled her rear against him, reached back and slid a hand down his hip before pulling him harder against her. “I thought you’d like that.”

The tone of her voice told him that if he was able to see her, he’d find heat in her eyes. His heart skipped in his chest. He was right about her. She had a passion that surprised him, more than matched him, and he found it completely addicting.

“Be careful…” Reaching back into the nightstand drawer, he quickly sheathed himself then grabbed her hips and sank into her warmth.

The rest of his thought fled. She gasped and pressed that backside tighter against him. He groaned, moving with her, their rhythm increasing with every stroke, until he lost himself in her. In a matter of minutes, she drove him to the brink of madness, tossing him headlong into the abyss. Her soft cries filled his ears. Her body shuddered against him, massaging his heat, and drawing his climax out to an intensity that rocked him.

“Oh damn,” he whispered, still shaking.

“Be careful what?”

He nipped at the curve of her neck, slid his arm around her waist, and held her tightly against him. “Be careful. A man could get used to this.”





Chapter Eleven





Sometime after six Sunday morning, Emma lay with her head on Dillon’s chest, one leg tucked in between both of his. Outside the window, the morning sun chased away the shadows, filling the room around them with the first strands of light. She sifted her fingers through the wiry curls covering the center of his chest, while his trailed up and down her back, sending goose bumps skittering across her oversensitive skin.

Neither had said anything for some time, they’d been moving by touch for hours now. An unspoken air of intimacy flowed between them, a quiet sense of shared contentment that made her feel warm and cozy. She’d never experienced this sense of closeness with anyone before and couldn’t imagine a place she wanted to be more right then than in his arms. Oddly enough, lying with him this way felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“How is it you’re a thirty-year-old virgin?” Dillon’s voice rumbled through his chest beneath her ear. His words held a slight hesitation that matched the somber edge in his tone.

His question shattered the blissful moment, and she let out a sigh. “I hoped you wouldn’t ask me that. There isn’t an easy answer.”

“The bad experience you had.”

“Yes.”

He paused, his voice softer, more somber. “You don’t have to tell me.”

The ugly memories rose to the surface, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the soft thud of his heartbeat for a moment, letting the rhythm soothe her.

“I was almost raped once.” The ease with which the words tumbled from her mouth surprised her. “In high school.”

His body tensed beneath her and she waited on pins and needles for him to say something, for the judgment to come. She kept talking, to fill the awkward silence, to fill the ache of remembrance that settled into the pit of her stomach. She’d never told anybody about that night, not even Janey, but she remembered it like it happened only yesterday.

“It was a guy I was dating. We’d been going out for a few months. He took me up to the bluffs one night. We were the only ones up there, and I decided I was ready to give him my virginity, was so sure he was the right person. He…made me feel special. I feel stupid now, thinking about it.”

His warm palm stroked her back. “You were young and inexperienced maybe, but not stupid. There’s a difference.”

His words soothed the ache in her chest.

“When clothing started to come off, I panicked and changed my mind. I told him to stop.”