Grabbing her hand, he pulled her toward the store and shut the truck door behind them. Emma bit her lip and tried to focus on the task at hand. Stop the twitching, damn it, she silently directed between her legs. So not helping the situation right now.
For a while, they walked through the large store quietly, hand in hand. Emma stopped a couple of times to examine dining room sets. She had no clue what to look for. A large one? Small one? Who the hell knew?
“What do you think?” she asked Will, gesturing to a large wooden set.
“Well, will you be entertaining a lot?” He knelt down and looked over the chairs and legs of the table.
“If you count the girls, yeah. I don’t know how often I’ll be giving dinner parties or anything, but I guess I should be on the safe side, huh?”
He stood and pushed on the surface a few times. “It’s sturdy enough.”
She laughed. “All it has to do is hold a few dishes. Do I need something super-sturdy?”
He turned and caught her gaze, eyebrow lifted. “You’d be surprised.”
Her mouth dropped open as he moved on and examined another table farther on. Just what did he have in mind for the table? Images flowed through her mind—all involving nekkid loving and the “sturdy” table. Her cheeks heated as she followed behind him.
They continued shopping, choosing a smaller table and chairs for her kitchen, desk and chair for the smaller bedroom designated to be her office, and finally ending up in the area with what seemed to be endless choices of living rooms sets.
“So what will it be, sweetheart? Leather? Floral? Solid?” He flopped down on a leather sofa, arm stretched across the back.
She sat beside him and he dropped his arm and pulled her close.
“I don’t know. Leather looks nice, but I don’t want to be sticking to it. Not that I’ll be sitting around naked or anything…but you know in the summer…in shorts.” She rolled her eyes. “I think we’ll skip the leather.”
He laughed. “Gotcha.”
Standing, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. They wove their way through the displays. When she saw the chocolate colored sofa and loveseat set, she rushed forward. Sinking into the large cushions of the loveseat, she sighed.
“I think this is it. It’s comfy and the sofa is long enough to really stretch out on. Even for you.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she could’ve kicked herself. She was pushing it. Moving too fast, right? Assuming the man would be hanging out at her house.
Will went over to the sofa and stretched out on it, looking at her. The intensity of his stare had her squirming. He lifted a hand and crooked his finger, beckoning her over.
Holding his gaze, Emma stood and crossed over to him. She knelt down next to him and savored the feel of his hand as he slid it around her waist.
“You inviting me to lounge at your house, sweetheart?” He kept his voice low, the deep rumble skittering over her nerve endings.
“I guess I am. If you want to.” She put a hand on his abs and ran it up to rest on his chest.
“Are you going to be lounging with me?” He ran his gaze down her body and back to her eyes.
“Yeah, I think I will be,” she whispered.
He lifted his other hand to her head and pulled her down to kiss her. Another simple kiss. And one helluva complicated reaction. Her hand trembled on his chest, her stomach clenched, and she squeezed her thighs together as heat coursed through her.
“We’re in the middle of a furniture store,” she whispered against his lips.
“Yeah. Not the ideal place.” He released her and they both stood. “Let’s go take care of your order and go get some food. You hungry?”
“Yeah, very.”
She talked with the sales associate, gave him her credit card and arranged for delivery.
“Ready to go?” Emma turned to Will when she was done.
“Did you get everything you needed?”
“I think so. I’m not bothering with guest rooms or anything. I do need to get a TV and electronics to fill the entertainment center I just bought, but that’ll wait.” She laughed.
“We can stop for that after dinner if you want,” he offered as they left.
“We’ll see. Food, first.”
* * * *
Will pulled the truck into Emma’s driveway, cut the engine and turned in his seat to glance at her. She stared at him, a slight smile curving her lips. Need slammed through him—not for the first time that day. Hell, he’d been at least semi-hard since he’d met her. His fierce reaction to her baffled him. Sure, he’d wanted women before, desired them, but this was different somehow. Most of the time, after he’d spent a considerable time with a woman—no matter how hot or how likeable—he was ready for his own space. But now, even after shopping and dinner, he didn’t want to leave her. Not in the least. Though if she knew the intensity of his thoughts, Emma would probably balk.
“I had a great time, Will.” Her voice was soft, slightly raspy. “I suppose I should get my things and let you get going.”
It pleased him to hear the reluctance in her words.
“Um…unless you want to come in for a bit? I don’t have much in the way of drinks—just some soft drinks and a few beers,” she offered apologetically.
“Why don’t you go unlock the house and grab a couple of cold ones. I’ll unload this stuff.”
“Oh, you don’t have to carry all of that,” she protested.
“Eh, it’s not much. Just make sure a cold beer is waiting for me when I’m done.” He winked at her before opening the door and sliding out. She already had her door open by the time he rounded the front of the vehicle. One of her small hands braced against his chest as he grasped her waist and lifted her out of the truck. He didn’t release her when her feet hit the ground, rather his fingers stayed tight around her middle. She looked up at him, eyes wide. Her hand slid up to rest on his shoulder.
“Thanks.” Her tongue peeked out and swept across her lips.
He held back a groan as he thought of how that mouth tasted and imagined what it would feel like on his cock—which, yet again, was rock hard.
He leaned forward. Her cheek felt so soft as he brushed his lips across it to meet her mouth—her hot, moist mouth.
“Open for me, sweetheart.” The words came out in a harsh whisper.
Damn, he was desperate for her. One taste wouldn’t be enough. He knew that. Knew he’d want more and was afraid Emma’d freak if she knew the strength of his want, his need.
Her lips parted beneath his, and he slid in with a low groan. Emma lifted both her hands and buried them in his hair, grabbing fistfuls. Her low moan urged him forward. He slipped his hands to her ass and lifted slightly until his cock was nestled against the mound between her thighs. She widened her legs and brought one up to wrap around his. Pleasure—hot spears of pure pleasure—shot through his cock and balls as he thrust against her.
She broke the kiss and let her head fall back with a soft cry. Curious, he dipped his head to taste the long slender column of her throat. Oh, yeah, tasted as good as her mouth—sweet and slightly salty on his tongue.
“God, Will.”
He hummed against her skin and felt her pulse jump beneath his lips. He knew she wanted him, but was it with the same intensity he felt?
His cock throbbed against the confines of his jeans. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself in her warm tightness. Will ran his hand around her hip, down to her knee, and pulled her leg up to his waist. He circled his hips and ground hard against the heat he could feel even through both of their clothes.
“Damn, Emma, you’re hot.” He kissed along her jaw. “So hot, sweetheart.”
His mind clouded with desire, his only thought to touch her, Will slipped his hand to her waistband and flicked the button upon. She met his gaze as he slid the zipper down and wiggled his fingers into her panties. The longing in her eyes under the half-mast eyelids pushed his hand farther. Fingers combed through damp cur
ls to slip into heated bliss. And that was his only thought as her desire and wetness coated his fingers. Fucking bliss.
“Oh. My. God.” Emma breathed harshly and her eyes fell shut.
He watched her face as he stroked her, again and again, sliding through the swollen folds. Back and forth, circling the tight bud of her clit. Her lips parted to let short bursts of breath out—faster and faster as her hips undulated, rubbing her pussy hard against his hand.
He slid first one finger inside her snug sheath, then another. His balls tightened, drew close to his body as her muscles clamped down on him. Good God, the woman was going to make him come in his pants.
She rode his hand, sliding hers up and down his arms in time to his thrusting fingers.
“Come for me, Emma.” He ran his tongue along the hollow of her throat and nipped gently.
“Oh shit, I’m so close.”
Despite the discomfort in his jeans, Will grinned against her skin and pressed hard against her clit with thumb, rubbing rough circles around the bud. Her tightness contracted around him over and over, flooding his fingers with her juices. But he focused again on her face as she came for him. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and a flush pinkened her cheeks. But it was her eyes that caught his attention. Instead of being closed as the orgasm swept through her, her eyes were open and fixed on him. Fingers still buried deep inside her, he bent down for a kiss. Damn, this woman got to him. The trembling of her hands as she cupped his face comforted him. At least she was feeling it too.
He pressed his lips against hers, a hard, closed-mouth kiss. God, if he actually tasted her mouth again he didn’t think he could stop himself from flipping her over on the damned truck seat and fucking her senseless.
“Oh God, Will. I just came in my driveway.”
He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, loving the way her muscles clenched again as if wanting to pull him back inside.
Emma let out a long “hmmmmm” as he took his hand from her pants, fingertips brushing her folds and clit one more time.
“It’s okay. No one could see. Between the door and me, you were completely blocked.” He pulled her zipper up and did the button before lowering her to the ground again.
“Will?” She leaned back and eyed his obvious arousal.
He kissed her forehead. “Go on in the house, and get those beers. I’ll bring the stuff in.”
She nodded, skirted around him and walked quickly to the front door. He watched as she fumbled with the lock. She was unsettled. That could be good or bad. He lifted his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, her fragrant scent swamping his senses. She sure as hell unsettled him. His cock jerked. In one helluva good way.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked around to the back of the truck to start unloading the electronics they’d picked up after dinner.
Grateful Emma had left the door open, Will made quick work of bringing the large boxes in and stacking them in the entryway. Once finished, he made his way into the kitchen where he found Emma, a beer in each hand, leaning against the counter with a frown on her face.
“You okay?” He moved next to her and ran the back of his fingers down her cheek.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. A little horrified about how I acted and wondering what you must think of me.” She grimaced.
“Emma…there’s nothing to be horrified about. As to what I think of you,” he leaned down and kissed her lips, tracing the bottom one with his tongue, “I think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve met. Watching you come was amazing. So amazing, I almost lost it myself.”
A tiny smile formed. “Really?”
“Oh yeah.” He kissed her again before pulling one of the bottles from her fingers and taking a swig.
She stared at him for the longest time before drinking her own beer. He wondered what she was thinking. If the blush working its way up her neck and face was any indication, he figured they were very good thoughts.
“So do you work all week?” she asked.
He nodded. “Most of it. When is the big housewarming party? If I’m still invited, that is,” he teased.
“Of course you are.” She pushed against his arm with a laugh. “Friday night. Is that going to be too hard for you to get off?”
“Nah. I make the schedule.” He winked. “I’ll make sure to keep it free.”
“Good. Well, I obviously have no furniture down here…but if you want we can watch a movie upstairs. If you can stay for a while?”
“Upstairs? In your room?” He waited for her nod. “I don’t know, Em. Aren’t you afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you?” He took both their beers, set them on the counter and slipped his hands around her waist.
Emma ran her hands up his arms and bit her lip for a moment before answering. Her voice soft and hesitant. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
Will groaned and pulled her body up against his. His cock, amazingly, hardened even more. Emma. In her bedroom. Fuck, he was a masochist.
“Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, they headed for the stairs. At the base, he whirled her around and kissed her.
“I don’t want to push you too fast, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips.
She shook her head. “You’re not. I-I want you, Will.”
He groaned as she initiated the next kiss. Tentative at first, she became more aggressive—nipping at his lips, sliding her tongue over the ache before delving into his mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He stepped forward, guiding Emma backward, his thought to get her upstairs. Fast. She stumbled and landed on her ass on one of the steps.
“Whoops.” She giggled and stared up at him with a huge grin on her mouth.
Her kiss-swollen mouth. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she caught her breath. God, what a sight. Fuck it. Fuck the bedroom.
He dropped his knee to rest between her legs.
“Do you have any clue what you do to me?”
“What do I do?”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his cock. When she pressed her palm against him, he groaned and rested his forehead against hers.
“That, sweetheart. You make me so damned hard, I can’t concentrate on anything else.”
“Ohhhhhh.” She cupped him and squeezed. “This is for me?”
“Yeah, Em. You do this to me.” He captured her lips again and circled his hips, grinding against her hand.
She leaned her head back to look into his eyes. An impish smile curved her lips. “What are you going to do about it?” She tightened her hand again.
In answer, he began to unbutton her shirt. When it was open, he stared down at her lace-covered breasts.
“Wow. Just…wow.”
“One of the purchases the girls forced on me.”
“Thank you, girls.” He moved and captured one of her hard nipples through the fabric, biting gently and sucking hard.
She shifted, bringing both hands to the button of his jeans. “I want to see you. Touch you without anything covering you.”
He straightened so she could undo the button and lower the zipper of his jeans. She slid her hand beneath his boxers and pushed both garments over his hips. A groan burst from him as his cock sprang out of the tight confines.
“Oh. God. Will.” Her gaze flew from his groin to his face.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” She reached forward and circled him with her fingers. “You’re perfect.”
When she licked her lips, his balls pulled up close to his body and a drop of pre-cum oozed out.
She leaned forward, and her hot tongue flicked out to capture the glistening drop. “Hmmm. Perfect.” She slid the swollen head across her lips before sucking him into her warmth. He nearly let out a whimper when she pulled away. “Can we switch places?”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
They scooted around until he sat on the stair and she knelt between his legs. God, she was so damned beautiful. She rubbed his outer thig
hs and smiled shyly. So shy, yet so passionate, he mused.
She leaned over and kissed the tip before swirling her tongue around the swollen cockhead.
Br-rrring. Br-rrring.
She straightened and shut her eyes. “No, no, no, no.”
He slid his hand through her curls. “It’s okay, Em,” he murmured, though everything inside him protested.
She looked at him sadly as she stood. “No, it’s not. Hold on. Just one minute.”
She went to where her purse sat next to the door and pulled her phone out.
“Hello? I’m kinda in the middle of something. Can I call you back? What?” She let out a sigh. “Hold on.” She walked into the kitchen quickly and came back holding a black purse. “Yeah, it’s here. No, it’s not convenient for me to run it over there now. Why can’t she come by here on the way tomorrow? Fine. I said, fine. I’ll run it by…”
Will stood and tucked himself back into his pants as she continued to talk. Obviously, it was her brother, and clearly, he wasn’t going to let up. And, shit, they were moving fast. There wasn’t anything in the world he wanted more than to slide into her warmth and fuck her ‘til they were both boneless, but he didn’t want to rush Emma. Though she seemed to want the same thing, her reaction to their episode in the driveway told him she didn’t take this stuff lightly. Hell, neither did he…at least not with her.
“Mark, stop! It might be a little while. Why? It’s none of your business. Don’t you dare bring Dad into this. You’ll see me when I get there. Goodbye. No, no… I’m hanging up now.” She hit the end button, took a deep breath and turned around. She frowned when she saw his clothes.
“I take it your sister-in-law left that yesterday.” He nodded toward the purse.
“Yeah, but I don’t need to leave right this second. Will, at least let me…” She looked pointedly at the bulge in his jeans. “It’s not fair that I…and…you’re…”
“Stop.” He reached out and pulled her to him. “Soon, Emma. We’ll finish this. Don’t worry ‘bout me right now.”
“But—”
He silenced her with a kiss, sliding his hands around to cup her ass. Grinding his erection against her, he groaned. Get out now, before all your good intentions go up in smoke.
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