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

corner of her mouth.
    He cupped her breasts, plumped them in his hands and slowly lowered his face toward them. Emma caught her breath, desperately wanting what she knew was to come.
     
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    Tucker buried his face between Emma’s breasts and drew a long, deep breath. After weeks of waiting, he finally had his hands on her again. She’d been consciously avoiding him since the night they’d had sex in her apartment. Their chance encounters had dwindled to almost nothing. He never would have seen her at all if he hadn’t lived directly across the hall.
    He’d missed her more than he’d ever imagined he could. His bed had been empty and lonely. If he couldn’t have Emma, he didn’t want any woman.
    But she was here with him now, trapped in the elevator, and he planned to make the most of his opportunity. He nuzzled the undersides of both breasts before leisurely tracing a path around each swollen nipple. Her whimper made his balls clench.
    He’d sensed Emma waffling and had been afraid she wouldn’t let him touch her. He’d have respected her wishes, even though it might have killed him. But as it always was when they were together, the chemistry between them sizzled.
    He knew she wanted him. There was no way to hide her physical reactions—the dilation of her pupils or the way her breath caught in her throat—the way she looked at him when she didn’t think he was watching, with a deep sensual hunger—or the way she licked her lips, like she could taste him.
    They’d both been lonely and sexually frustrated for too long. Being alone together in the elevator was akin to lighting a match next to a stick of dynamite. It could explode at any second.
    Damn she was gorgeous with the dim light flickering over her pale flesh. His swollen cock was making his jeans uncomfortably tight, but he wasn’t going to rush things. That’s what had gotten him in trouble the last time. No, this was all about Emma, about bringing her pleasure and making her come.
    She dragged her fingers through his hair and guided his head toward one of her taut nipples. “Take it in your mouth.” Her voice was low and husky, seductive in the dark elevator.
    Pleased by her sensual demand, he closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked. Emma released her breath in a long hiss. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered when he released her breast.
    “No,” she wailed, and tried to tug him back. Tucker placed a soft kiss on her nipple before moving to the other one. He could sense her relief. She was wound even tighter than he was, and that was saying something.
    As he continued to use his lips and tongue to tease and torment her breasts, he slid his hands down her torso, shaping her waist and hips. Emma had serious curves. He explored her through her clothing, loving the womanly flow of her body, but he wanted to touch bare skin.
    She moaned and ran her hands over his shoulders and biceps, stroked his chest. He really wanted her hands on his dick. That would come later if things worked out as he hoped.
    He curled his fingers into the fabric of her skirt, inching it up until it was bunched around her waist. He anchored the skirt with one hand and skimmed the inside of her thigh with the other.
    There was no way he could do everything he wanted to, not with her touching him. He was close to losing control and he couldn’t let that happen.
    Tucker dragged the flat of his tongue over her pert nipple before he raised his head from her breast. He straightened so his mouth hovered over hers once again. “You have to help me,” he whispered as he nibbled on her lips.
    She blinked at him. He could see both curiosity and desire in her eyes. “How?”
    He peeled her hands from his shoulders, brought them down by her sides and wrapped them over the handrail that was attached to the wall of the elevator. “Hold on tight.”
    Emma clutched the metal until her knuckles turned white. Tucker grabbed the ends of