Enticing Emma by N. J. Walters Read Free Book Online

naked as fast as possible. Her breasts strained against the silk camisole that she wore under her jacket, making her regret that she hadn’t worn a bra. Or maybe that was a good thing, she decided, as the soft material rasped her nipples. The sensual ache made her remember how good it had felt to have Tucker’s hands covering the soft mounds.
    The heat was making her lose her mind. She felt like a Ping-Pong ball, going back and forth until her head was spinning. She went from wanting him to knowing she shouldn’t want him and back again. She was making herself crazy.
    “Just thought you’d be more comfortable in this heat.” Tucker shrugged out of his work shirt, tossing it to one side, before crossing his arms behind his head and yanking his tank top off in one easy motion. The action was so totally masculine and natural. The security light reflected off his muscular torso and arms. Having him half naked was making her uncomfortably aware of herself as a woman, a woman with sexual needs.
    He swiped at his chest with the cotton top before dropping it on top of his shirt. “I don’t know about you, but I’m damned hot.”
    She curled her fingers tight against her palms in an effort to keep her hands off him as her eyes feasted on his naked chest. Even in the dim light, she could tell it was finer than any sculpture she’d ever seen. His skin was tanned an even deeper bronze than it had been the night they’d had sex in her apartment. He did indeed have a perfect washboard stomach that tapered down to a lean waist, and even though she’d seen it before, it still left her breathless. A light dusting of dark hair covered his chest before angling downward, and her eyes followed it until it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
    Raising his arms over his head, he flexed them, working out the kinks before lowering them back to his side. His low moan of relief as he stretched almost made her come in her panties. She was totally spellbound. It was all too easy to imagine that groan of pleasure coming from him as he buried himself in her wet heat and thrust into her willing body.
    Emma could feel moisture trickling down her back and pooling between her thighs, a combination of arousal and sweat. She shifted position and tried to unobtrusively flick her skirt back and forth to get a breeze, but it did no good.
    “At least take off your jacket so you don’t get heatstroke.”
    Emma’s hands froze on her skirt. Hands on his hips, Tucker stared at her, his face all business.
    Knowing she was being silly, she set her purse down on the floor of the elevator and then eased her jacket over her shoulders. “Just so you know, I’m only doing this because it’s the sensible thing to do given the circumstances.” Folding it carefully, she bent and draped it over her purse.
    “Of course,” he agreed easily.
    She could tell he was trying to bite back a smile. She did her best to ignore his amusement. He rocked back on his heels and sized her up in a speculative manner that did nothing to help her cool down. If anything, it ratcheted up her heat level.
    “You really should take off those pantyhose as well. Those things have got to be murder in this heat.”
    “I have to wear them for work.” The gallery was air-conditioned, which kept it cooler. Plus, she felt clients expected a certain level of professionalism from her, as the owner. Callie was an artist and could get away with dressing down and funky. Emma wasn’t comfortable presenting anything less than a poised appearance.
    “Of course you do,” he muttered.
    What did he mean by that? “They’re thigh-highs, not pantyhose.” Emma felt like sinking through the floor. What was it about Tucker that made her blurt out such totally inappropriate things?
    “Really.” She could tell his interest had been piqued when he stared at her skirt as if he was trying to see through it.
    How much longer would the power be gone? Surely it would come back on soon and she could