Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
3
EMMA
His kiss was electric, consuming, the kind that made me forget everything except the way he felt against me. His hands explored my entire body with passionate urgency.
"You're wearing too many clothes," he muttered against my neck.
I laughed breathlessly. "You're one to talk."
His eyes met mine, dark with desire. "Fair point." He shrugged out of his shirt while I worked on his belt, both of us fumbling in our rush.
I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the hard planes of his stomach, reveling in the way his breath hitched when my fingers dipped lower.
Distantly, I wondered what the hell I would do if somebody happened to come down here and find us. Somehow, I couldn’t quite muster up the presence of mind to care.
James was consuming every spare inch of my brain right now, and I wasn’t sure I would’ve even stopped if I heard a bomb going off.
"Your turn," he said, voice rough as he reached for the zipper of my dress.
The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in black lace that made his eyes go even darker. "Christ, Emma." His hand skimmed up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast. "You're fucking perfect."
I pulled him back to me, desperate for another kiss. He obliged, pressing me against the table as his hands roamed my body with increasing urgency.
His mouth found my neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites that made me squirm. "James," I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot.
"I love the way you say my name," he murmured, trailing kisses down my collarbone. His hand slipped beneath my bra, thumb circling my nipple until I arched into his touch.
When his other hand found its way between my legs, I nearly came undone right there. He smiled against my skin, clearly pleased with my reaction.
"Like that?" he asked, moving in slow, torturous circles.
"God, yes," I managed. Then, because two could play at that game, I reached down to stroke him.
He groaned, hips jerking forward. "Emma..."
"Yes, James?" I squeezed gently, loving the way his breath caught.
"You're going to be the fucking death of me."
I grinned. "I can imagine worse ways to go."
He captured my mouth again, and there was nothing gentle about it this time. His kiss was possessive, demanding, making promises his body was eager to keep.
Our few remaining scraps of clothing disappeared in a blur of desperate touches and heated whispers. He lifted me onto the table, stepping between my legs. His hands slid up my thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned down to trail kisses across my stomach.
"James, please," I whimpered, threading my fingers through his hair.
He looked up at me, eyes dark with need. "Please what?"
"I need you. Now."
He nodded, reaching for his back pocket. I watched impatiently as he dealt with the condom, then pulled him back to me.
"Now, she says…" His thumb traced maddening circles on my inner thigh. "You sure you don't want me to take my time?"
I tugged his hair in response, drawing a low chuckle from him. "Impatient," he murmured against my skin.
Then his mouth was between my legs, and all coherent thought vanished. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as he worked me with his tongue, bringing me right to the edge before pulling back.
"James," I whined, earning another dark chuckle.
"Something you want?"
"You," I said. "Inside me. Now."
When he finally pushed into me, we both moaned at the sensation. He felt incredible—perfect in a way that made me wonder if I'd been ruined for anyone else.
How the hell was I supposed to enjoy normal sex after… this? Normal sex with mortal men—men who didn’t look like freaking gods who just descended from Mount Olympus to rail me until I forgot how to breathe?
I decided not to care. Right now, I just wanted to be here in this moment. I wanted to savor it.
"Okay?" he asked, showing remarkable restraint despite the tension in his muscles.
I wrapped my legs around his waist in answer, pulling him deeper. His control snapped. He set a rhythm that had me seeing stars, each thrust hitting exactly the right spot.
"Fuck, Emma," he groaned, one hand gripping my hip while the other supported my back. "You feel amazing."
I'd never felt anything like this—this raw connection, this perfect sync of bodies and breath and need. It was overwhelming. Intoxicating.
His movements became more urgent, and I knew he was close. His hand slipped between us, finding that perfect spot, and I fell apart in his arms, crying out his name.
He followed right after, burying his face in my neck as he came. For a long moment, we just held each other, breathing hard, neither wanting to break the spell.
Eventually, reality crept back in. The cool air on my heated skin. The distant sound of music from above. The fact that I had just had mind-blowing sex on an antique table in a castle wine cellar.