Enticing Emma (6 page)

Their encounter in the elevator had shaken her, but that was only natural. She’d been embarrassed by how wanton she’d been, and in a public place too. She was lucky she’d managed to dress before the door opened or Mr. Meyers would have gotten more than he’d bargained for.

Now that she’d had time to calm down, she believed her earlier assessment was correct. There was no reason not to pursue a sexual relationship with Tucker. She would just be smart about it and protect her heart from getting too involved.

Determined to follow through with her idea, she jerked open the door, took two steps across the hall and banged on Tucker’s door. She waited a minute, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She glanced down the darkened hallway, but no one else peeked out to see what was going on.

She was just about to bang on the door again when he opened it. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of a dripping wet Tucker wearing nothing but a dark blue towel. The muscles on his chest glistened with moisture, and she was gripped by the urge to lick off every single droplet.

“Come in. You’re letting out what’s left of my cool air.” Emma quickly stepped inside and allowed him to close the door behind her. He eyed her speculatively, but said nothing else.

“Do you have any ice and batteries?” she blurted out.

“Sure,” he responded easily. “Give me a second to haul on some clothes.” Tucker turned and headed toward his bedroom.

Emma almost drooled at the sight of those long muscular legs and broad shoulders as he walked away from her. The towel loosened as he walked.
Just a little bit more,
she urged the towel. She shook herself as he disappeared from her view and glanced around at his apartment, suddenly curious about Tucker and his home. Although they’d been out on several dates, she’d never seen the inside of his place. It was neater than she’d expected. Homey.

Unable to resist, she wandered around the living room and began nosing through the bookshelves. You could tell a lot about a person by their bookshelves. His were filled with some biographies, a few bestsellers and some thrillers. A picture of a much younger Tucker with an older couple, who were most likely his parents, sat next to a paperweight made out of a chunk of raw ore.

He had the requisite large television set. She thought about opening the cabinet beneath to check out his movie collection but decided that would be too invasive.

Chapter Seven

“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” Tucker’s voice made her jump, and she realized she was no longer alone. She whirled around to face him.

Emma’s eyes widened when she noted he wore only a pair of running shorts that covered even less than the towel had. There was a large bulge in the front of them, letting her know just how very aroused he was.

He ran a hand through his damp hair. “For some reason you’ve been keeping your distance from me for weeks. If there’s anything you want to know about me, all you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Emma stared at him, at a loss as to how to proceed. Most men she’d known wanted to avoid conversation at all costs, but here was Tucker offering to answer any and all questions.

At that moment, she couldn’t think of a single thing to ask. None of her fears or uncertainties seemed to matter with him standing mostly naked in front of her. She licked her lips and stared at his wide, damp chest.

Tucker stepped up next to her until he was looming over her smaller frame. Without her heels she was a lot shorter. She tried to back away but came up solidly against the bookshelf. He cupped her face in his hand, leaned forward and gently tasted her lips.

In spite of her doubts and fears, she returned his kiss, tentatively at first and then more boldly. He allowed her to take the lead, but when she opened her mouth he quickly claimed it for his own. His tongue swept inside, dueling with hers, tasting her until she was breathless.

He kissed his way across her jawline and down her neck. “Don’t say anything. Don’t think. Just feel, Emma. Just be with me.” He nipped at the curve of her shoulder and then sucked the small sting away.

Emma’s nipples were hard nubs against her top. They ached so badly she rubbed them against the solid expanse of his chest, hoping to find some relief. He groaned and pulled her closer. His fingers edged beneath the cotton halter top. No matter how many times he touched her, it always felt new and exciting. He skimmed his hands up her bare skin to her breasts.

“You wore them for me.” There was both pleasure and satisfaction in his voice when his finger grazed one of the strings of stones, making it sway.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Sinking to his knees, Tucker pulled her down to the floor with him so that she was sitting astride his knees. He carefully lifted her top over her head and dropped it onto the floor. His eyes flowed over her naked torso even as his large, rough hands cupped her breasts. Leaning forward, he flicked her engorged nipple with his tongue while he used his thumb to play with the other, teasing until both were so taut it was almost painful.

Moisture continued to flow from her core, dampening her panties. Emma arched against him, rubbing herself against his straining erection. She’d been deluding herself for months, telling herself she was over Tucker. He’d fundamentally changed her. There would be no getting over him.

Since he’d sent her well-ordered world spinning off its axis, she might as well claim the benefits. She wanted to feel everything, do everything and anything with him. She’d worry about what it would cost her once their affair was over and done.

Tucker sucked and licked her nipples, feasting on them as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She grasped his shoulders and held on tight as she ground her mound against him.

He leaned forward, tipping her backward and supporting her weight until she was lying on the floor. He unzipped her shorts and pushed them down her legs. She helped, kicking them away.

He skimmed his fingers over the band of her panties but didn’t remove them. Burying his face in her crotch, he breathed deep and nuzzled her through the thin fabric. Unable to help herself, she clutched at his head and pulled him closer. His warm, muffled laugh vibrated through her body, arousing her to an even higher pitch.

“I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands and your lips all over my body.” She couldn’t believe the sultry command actually came from her mouth. She’d never been this brazen, this demanding when it came to sex. Tucker brought out a totally different side of her personality.

He tucked his fingers into the band and quickly skimmed off her panties. He made a low hum of pleasure deep in his throat, stood and shucked his own shorts. Her pussy clenched hard as he stripped. Tucker’s body was honed to perfection from hours of physical labor. His biceps rippled and the muscles in his thighs flexed.

She licked her lips at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.

Sprawled on his living room carpet, totally naked except for her nipple adornments, she felt as if she was in the middle of an erotic fantasy. Just like the steamy romances she enjoyed reading, the ones that were her guilty pleasure. Emboldened, she opened her legs wider, planted her feet on the floor and arched her hips toward him. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, yeah.” The low, sensual tones slid over her skin, making it tingle.

Dipping her hand between her thighs, she stroked her fingers over the damp, sensitive flesh. His gaze was like a physical caress and her core clenched. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and satisfaction as he knelt between her spread legs. He captured her hand and brought it to his mouth. One at a time, he licked and sucked her fingers, his tongue gliding over them, tasting her essence. She wrapped her free hand around his erection, squeezing it gently.

“You keep that up and I’ll come.” His blunt declaration excited her. Tucker gave a groan and sat back on his heels. His erection slipped from her hand.

His chest expanded on a breath. A muscle flexed in his jaw. He really was struggling for control.

Tucker lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. He spread her sensitive flesh wider so he could see every inch of her. Never had she felt so exposed. “You’re so wet and ready for me. You want me, don’t you, Emma?”

“Yes, I do. I want you, Tucker.” She owed him nothing but the truth after having lied to them both for the past two months. Whatever else was between them, there was no denying the physical attraction.

Having made up her mind to not worry about the consequences of their relationship, to go with the flow, at least for now, she wanted to enjoy the entire experience. There was nothing she didn’t want to do or try with him. Her entire body throbbed and ached while he continued to sit there, motionless, staring at her.

Just when she thought she might have to take some action to get things moving along, he leaned forward and traced the slick folds of her sex with his tongue, going from back to front. Emma gasped as the delicious sensation shot throughout her. His tongue flicked her distended clitoris, and she tightened her legs around his shoulders, trying to drag him closer.

His laughter was low and sensual. He caught the hard bud between his teeth and teased the nub with his tongue, sometimes barely brushing it and other times pressing down hard. Heat filled her, threatening to burn her alive. “I can’t take any more,” she moaned as her head thrashed from side to side.

He released her clit and nipped the inside of her thigh. “I’m just getting started.” The promise combined with the deep rumble of his voice made her quiver.

She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. She feared he could see right to her very soul and uncover her deepest fears, her lost dreams, the hopes she’d never even dare admit to herself. But shutting her eyes only made the physical sensations all the more intense.

He didn’t give her time to marshal any defenses. He lifted one of her legs from his shoulders and started to nibble on her toes. Her eyes flew open and she sucked in her breath, unable to believe what he was doing. He slid his tongue over her toes and around her ankle as his strong fingers massaged her instep. Her toes curled and her foot arched at his touch.
This man is incredible,
was her only coherent thought.
And dangerous
.

Taking his time, he continued his leisurely foray up her leg, lifting it so he could lick at the sensitive spot behind her knee. Emma nearly jumped out of her skin, but Tucker was nowhere near finished. He left a hot trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh and licked the crease at the top. Every nerve ending in her leg quivered in anticipation of what he might do next.

He pushed her leg up toward her chest so her knee was bent. Then he lifted her hand and tucked it behind her thigh so that she could support her own leg in this new position. He held his hand over hers. “Keep your leg there.”

Her mouth dry, Emma found it difficult to swallow. She nodded and made sure her grip was solid. His eyes smoldered with desire as he picked up her other foot and began to nibble her toes. She moaned when she realized he was going to do the same thing to the other leg.

By the time he bent her other leg into her chest and wrapped her hand around her thigh, she was gasping for breath. She couldn’t take any more of his sensual torture. “I need you, Tucker,” she managed to gasp out. She started to lower her legs, but he placed his big hands on the insides of her thighs and stopped her.

Keeping her legs tucked tight to her body, he spread them as wide as they would go. “Just like this,” he whispered. Then he slid one of his long fingers inside her. Yes, this was what she needed, what her body craved.

He withdrew slowly and added a second finger when he pushed back inside. A low moan escaped her. Tucker was a master of sensual torture, and he wasn’t finished with her. He stroked her throbbing clit, occasionally varying the pressure. Emma cried out, her inner muscles clamping down hard around his thick fingers. She was totally open and unbearably aroused.

Tucker watched her intently. A bead of sweat seeped from his temple as the heat from their bodies made the already sweltering room even hotter. She was right on the edge of climaxing when he pulled away from her. A cry of dismay escaped her.

“Just one second, baby.” He stroked her belly with one hand and reached behind himself with the other. He grabbed his discarded shorts, rummaged through the pockets and pulled out a condom. Before he could open it, she dropped her legs back down to the floor, rolled over, and came up on her knees in front of him.

Emma was panting, her body screaming for release. She ignored the throbbing ache between her thighs. She didn’t like being the only one out of control. He’d had his fun. He’d teased her until she’d practically begged him for release. Now it was time to even the playing field. If she was going to toss aside common sense and lose herself to the sexual attraction that exploded whenever they were together, then he darn well was too.

His cock was huge as it rose straight up from his body. The dark veins pulsed as blood pumped through it, making it grow even larger before her very eyes. A bead of liquid seeped from the tip as she stared at him. He had tasted her and now it was her turn.

• • •

Tucker froze when Emma pulled away. She wasn’t going to stop him now, was she? Shit, why had he teased her? He should have fucked her mindless when she’d asked instead of trying to draw out the anticipation.

“Emma?” She wasn’t looking at him. Rather, she was, but not at his face. No, she was staring at his dick. She was on her knees in front of him, her eyes focused on his erection. The damn thing swelled even more.

Then she did the last thing he expected. She slowly bent and licked the red bulbous tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head and licked off the liquid that seeped from the slit. He’d never seen anything as sexy in his life.

“Yes. Shit, don’t stop.” He wrapped one hand around the back of her head, gently urging her closer.

She smiled and he knew she was enjoying herself. He also knew this was payback for his earlier teasing. He was tough. He’d just suck it up and take whatever she gave him. And he shouldn’t even think the word “suck” right now. It wouldn’t take much for him to come.

Emma nuzzled his shaft from tip to base. Then she licked her way back to the top before rolling her tongue around the head again. Tucker threaded his fingers through her hair, anchoring them both.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed before slowly pumping up and down the entire length. More liquid seeped from the tip and she swiped at it with her tongue. His balls clenched and he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Emma glanced up and gave him a mischievous smile that promised trouble. Before he could process what it might mean, she opened her mouth and took him in. Tucker thought he might have seen stars as explosions seemed to detonate inside him.

He’d had women go down on him before, but it had never felt this intense, this amazing. Taking his groan of pleasure as encouragement, Emma hollowed her cheeks and sucked his swollen shaft.

She seemed a little unsure at first, but quickly found a rhythm, using her hands and mouth until he couldn’t stand another second. It was too good, too much. He didn’t want to come and not take her with him.

It took a supreme effort, but Tucker tugged on her hair until she released him. She gave a small cry of dismay and tried to take him into her mouth, but he stopped her.

“This way,” he urged her. He lay flat on the floor and positioned her so she was facing away from him with her legs on either side of his face and her sex spread wide. The musky scent of her arousal intoxicated him.

“Bend forward,” he instructed. He placed his hand in the middle of her back and gave a gentle pressure. Emma leaned down so her breasts were pillowed against his stomach and her mouth hovered in front of his cock.

He grasped her hips, pulled her pussy down to his mouth and teased her clit with his tongue before thrusting it inside her opening. Emma instinctively pushed down to meet his thrusting tongue. He curled his fingers around the full cheeks of her ass and held her where he wanted her.

He slid his tongue out and replaced it with his fingers. She gave a shriek of pleasure and retaliated by closing her warm, wet mouth over the crown of his cock. Tucker groaned when she cupped his sac and rolled his balls between her fingers. She wrapped her free hand around the base of his shaft and stroked his entire length. Occasionally, she’d swirl her tongue around the top before taking him as deep as she could into her mouth.