Two-Step Temptation by Emma Jay Read Free Book Online Page B

hand away as if he hadn’t just stolen her breath and drenched yet another pair of her panties with anticipation. His focus on her, he took a casual sip of champagne. Without looking, he set his glass down on the table and curved his palm over her jaw, rubbing his thumb lightly over her cheek before kissing her, so soft, so tender, with such longing she shivered. His lips glided over hers, sweet with the champagne, his tongue teasing, his touch innocent. He was savoring her, and the thought made her heart ache. This was their last night together.
    She brought her hands up to his chest, her palms skimming over the smooth fabric of his shirt, feeling his heat beneath. She traced his jaw, toyed with his goatee, before she glided her touch down his throat to his shoulders, all the time her mouth fused to his, tongue teasing.
    His hands slid down to her waist and pulled her closer, thumbs easing under the hem of her sweatshirt, stroking the tender skin of her waist. Even that innocent touch sent heat pooling between her legs.
    “You know what I always loved about this?” he asked, his breath sweet and warm against her mouth as he toyed with the zipper of her hoodie.
    “Hmm?”
    In response, he tugged down the zipper in a fluid motion, letting the fabric part to reveal the swells of her breasts. He slipped his fingers inside to ease the jacket off her arms, his gaze on her nipples.
    “Your skin’s so soft.” He brushed his lips across her jaw and slid his palms down her naked back to draw her close. “So soft,” he repeated as her breasts cushioned against his chest.
    His gentle kiss deepened when she began unfastening his buttons, her fingers trailing along the skin she bared. The pulse of his arousal beat against her belly. His fingers squeezed her waist and he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. He stepped back and pulled off his shirt, then unfastened his slacks, his knuckles brushing against the skin of her belly. She eased away to slide her pants down and straightened, close enough that the crown of his cock bobbed against her. Her pussy swelled in anticipation. Would he want to make love standing? From behind like before?
    He scooped her into his arms and cradled her against his chest for a moment. The movement startled the breath from her. This was new. He carried her to the bed and set her upon it with a bounce, and returned to the table for the glasses and the bottle, all lean muscle and grace. Her mouth went dry as she watched him. When he returned, he handed her a glass, set the bottle on the nightstand and sat by her feet.
    “To tonight,” he said, saluting her with his glass.
    She clinked her flute to his and drank as he did. Then he dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth. The chilled wine hardened the peak painfully and she gasped, her head back. As his tongue soothed the bud, he dripped champagne on her other breast. Her nipple contracted and she sucked in a breath as the liquid dribbled down her stomach. He released one breast to lick the champagne from the other, tongue moving quickly, warming her now. She moved her thighs together as her pussy spasmed in response.
    “Lie back,” he whispered against the rise of her breast.
    She did, hoping to feel his weight over her. Instead, he lifted the bottle and splashed a little right at the hollow of her throat. She tensed. He bent to lap it up, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin before caressing the erogenous skin of her throat, his goatee scraping, his lips soothing, his teeth nibbling. Wanting to feel his body against hers, she bowed off the bed toward him, but he held his weight on his arms.
    The bottle scraped on the nightstand again, and she braced herself for the cold splash, this time in her navel. She watched in a lust-induced haze as he dragged his tongue from the rise of her stomach to her belly button, his eyes focused on hers.
    “Eric!” To entice him, she parted her legs. His eyes shone with humor and he scooped his hands under