Best of Three (Counting on Love) (27 page)

And then she went over the edge, her orgasm grabbing them both, tightening everything, even making her toes curl, milking his cock like the firmest, sweetest fist he’d ever felt.

He gave in to his need then, thrusting hard again, this time letting go, his orgasm taking over, shaking his entire body. Shaking
him
.

He held his position, his eyes shut, basking in the sensations that seemed to have taken over his whole body, for nearly a minute. Then he braced both hands on the bed and leaned in, touching his forehead to hers.

“Good thing you took over,” she said, running her hands up and down his back. “I would have never thought of all that.”

He chuckled. “You’ve been thinking of nothing
but
that.”

She tightened her inner muscles around him and he groaned. “Promise you’re going to jack off to
that
memory.”

“That memory and a whole bunch more we haven’t even made yet.”

There was a knock at the door. “Room service.”

“Lea—” He had to clear his throat. “Leave it outside the door,” Nate called.

Emma tightened her pelvic muscles and her arms around him. “Don’t go.”

“It’s chocolate cake. I have to go.” He kissed her forehead, then shifted back, pulling out of her and instantly missing the contact.

“Come right back.”

Looking at her lying on the bed, rumpled and flushed and spent because of him, Nate wondered if there would ever be a time he
didn’t
want to come back to her. It was hard to imagine.

The realization hit him hard in the chest and he had to cough and turn away from her.

Dammit. How had that happened?

He took care of the condom and grabbed a towel from the bathroom as he went past, wrapping it around his waist. He retrieved the dessert tray from the hallway and dropped the towel on his way back to the bed, carrying one plate in his hand.

Emma propped up on her elbows. “You have a weakness for chocolate cake?”

“Something like that.” He broke off a piece of the cake, dipped it in the raspberry sauce that was in a little bowl on the side. “Ever since they set this down in front of me at dinner I’ve been imagining it spread all over you.”

“You want me to get wet every time I look at a piece of chocolate cake from now on?”

He pinned her with a serious look. “Yes. And think of me.”

She didn’t say anything, but she licked her bottom lip in that way that drove him crazy.

That easily he was ready for her again.

He spread the cake from her inner knee to her inner thigh. Watching her face, he knelt at the end of the bed and put his tongue against the chocolate on her skin, licking up the frosting and the cake that was so moist it clung to her silky skin near her knee.

Emma met his gaze, putting her finger on her clit again and circling.

“You don’t need me, huh?” he asked. He moved higher on her thigh, licking, then sucking some of the chocolate and raspberry combination from her.

“I’ve been doing this every night since your truck,” she said. “I’m good.”

He sucked harder, then bit gently. “I told you not to do that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He reached for more cake and moved higher, wiping cake across her lower stomach, down to her upper thigh and over to her mound. “You’re a handful.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He’d seen her, he’d felt her, but he hadn’t tasted her yet. He took a dollop of frosting and knocked her hand out of the way, swiping the frosting over her clit. Then he leaned in and licked it off.

Her hips came up off the bed. “Nate!”

That was better. She couldn’t do
that
to herself.

He proceeded to lick all of the chocolate off of her skin, her gasping growing louder and her wiggling getting more and more forceful.

He ended with his lips on her clit again. He licked and sucked and licked and sucked. She tasted even better without the chocolate. Then he slid two fingers into her sweet heat, stroking deep.

Her head was thrashing on the mattress, her fingers were on her nipples.

“
Nate
! Dammit!”

She put her feet on his shoulders and pushed him back.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said firmly. Would he ever be done with her? The question niggled, but he shoved it to the back of his mind.

“You better not be,” she said, sliding to the end of the bed and then standing. “But there was a promise about bending me over that chair.”

Everything in his body pulsed with heat and a resounding
yes
. He’d known sex with Emma would be amazing. He hadn’t known it would make him an addict in the space of forty-five minutes, but he probably should have known that too.

“How can I say no to that?”

“I hope you can’t. I’ve never met anyone who can say no as easily and often as you do.”

He stepped forward and tipped her chin up. “When it comes to taking you and making you scream, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Then he kissed her hot and hard, the rich chocolate and raspberry blending with the sweet, intoxicating taste of her and the feel of her arching to get closer, her hands on his back, her breasts pressing into his chest, his heavy cock pressing into her belly.

He pulled back and quickly spun her around, needing her again as if he’d never had her. The armchair was the perfect height, thank god, for Emma’s fantastic request. He yanked the chair around so the back was to them and then pressed her against it.

“Bend over,” he said huskily in her ear.

She obeyed immediately, bracing her hands on the chair seat, her gorgeous ass offered up.

He knocked her feet apart and reached for more chocolate. He spread the cake and icing up the back of her thighs and over the lower curves of her ass, then he knelt behind her and licked it all clean, making her wiggle and beg.

Finally when he’d tasted everything but her pussy again, he put his tongue against her, taking a long swipe from her clit along her sweet, wet cleft. He did it three times before thrusting his tongue inside her and circling her clit with his finger until he felt the beginnings of another orgasm.

She was amazing. He was going to have her over and over.

He swiftly stood, replacing his tongue with a finger and grabbing another condom. He somehow wrestled it on and then took her hips in his hands and thrust into her in one swift move.

She cried out, her neck and back arching and he reveled in the submissive position while acknowledging that she had him completely at her mercy.

He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone and he’d already had her. Was in the process of having her. Yet he felt a hunger, a need to possess her.

That was it. It had to be. Emma was so strong, so sure, so free. He would never totally
have
her…and he’d always be drawn to the need to try to claim her.

He thrust deep, taking her, completely in control, at least at the moment. She couldn’t use her hands, he couldn’t see her face, she wasn’t directing any of this, this was his show.

And yet he felt his orgasm building before hers. Oh, no. He wasn’t going first.

As amazing as it still was to him, he knew that Emma liked him taking control, bossing her around, playing the dominate. He didn’t believe for a moment that any of that would spill over outside of the bedroom, but in here, she was under his influence. And he wanted her to come hard.

He reached out and gathered her hair into his hand, pulling gently but firmly, arching her neck.

She groaned and he felt her pelvic muscles tighten.

“I want you to suck my cock after this,” he told her. “I want you on your knees, taking me deep.”

“God, yes,” she panted, her muscles tightening again, harder this time.

And she liked dirty talk.

She was officially perfect.

“And later you’re going to ride me. I want you on top of me, taking my cock inch by inch until I’m so deep you see stars. I want your gorgeous breasts bouncing and I want you looking right into my eyes as you come.”

Her orgasm came on fast. She gasped, “Nate” once and then she clamped down on him. Goose bumps breaking out all over her body as she sucked him deep and milked him hard.

He drove into her, unrestrained, over and over, until his body went crashing over the edge with long, deep, satisfying pulses.

He stood and breathed for several long moments after she slumped forward on the chair. He ran his hand up and down her back, his other hand still gripping her hip, keeping himself imbedded in her. He never wanted to move.

He was in big trouble.

She was in big trouble.

Big. Trouble.

She’d been in trouble before. She thought she’d been in big trouble before. But it was nothing compared to where she was now.

All because of Nate Sullivan.

She should have known something like this would happen.

Still, she was walking down the long hallway of the professional building toward his office.

He’d texted her thirty minutes ago. All it had said was
My office at noon, short skirt, no panties
. She’d followed it to the letter.

Now as she approached his office door, the adrenaline was coursing. She hadn’t seen him in two days and she was more than happy to show up for a noon quickie. Okay, it wasn’t classy or romantic. But classy and romantic were going to take some practice. For now, this was just fine with her.

“Hi, I’m—”

“Miss Dixon, right this way.”

The receptionist at the desk rose and started own the hallway that led to Nate’s actual office versus the exam rooms that Emma knew from personal experience were the other direction.

The woman stopped at the door and gave a quick knock.

“Send her in, Shelby.” Nate’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Have a great day.” Shelby gestured at the door, then started back toward her desk.

But Emma could have sworn she saw a smirk before Shelby turned away.

So she knew why Emma was here. Emma grinned and turned the knob. She didn’t care if the whole world knew.

“Doc Sullivan, I’m feeling a little hot,” she said as she stepped into the room. “I’m wondering if you have anything you could give me for it.” She swung the door closed behind her.

Nate pushed his chair back and stood, stepping around his desk. The look on his face made her shiver with anticipation.

“I have exactly what you need.”

Exactly what she’d been hoping he’d say.

He was across the room and had her pressed against the door before she had her next smart-ass comment fully formed in her mind.

He cupped the back of her head, bringing her in for a deep, wet kiss as his other ran up the outside of her thigh, gathering her skirt as he moved. This skirt wasn’t tight like the one she’d worn the night in his truck. This skirt fell in soft pleats that flared about mid-thigh. Unlike the one from the other night, this one didn’t stay up when bunched at her waist.

His palm ran over her left cheek, then his fingers grazed the soft, wet cleft between her legs.

“I’m hungry,” he uttered against her lips.

She didn’t have time to respond with anything more than a sharp gasp as he went to his knees before her.

He ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs. “Hold it up, Em.”

She was having a hard time breathing as she slowly lifted her skirt for him.

She’d never felt so slutty—or hot or wanted. It was awesome.

With the flared bottom of the skirt, she couldn’t see him, but she felt his hot breath as he leaned in. She started to move her feet apart, but he caught her left calf in his hand and lifted her leg to drape it over his shoulder.

The first swipe of his tongue was up the inside of her thigh. He followed it with small kisses along the same wet path. At the top he paused and sucked and Emma knew she’d have a mark. Her heart raced at the idea.

Her head fell back against the door as Nate’s fingers spread her open and he put his mouth on her clit. He licked and she gasped, then he sucked and she cried out.

He continued, her noises getting louder. Her entire body responded, sensations racing from her toes to her earlobes, then centering on him—his mouth, the two fingers he slipped into her, the delicious words he muttered against her, like “sweet”, “hot”, “more” and “come”.

And only a few hot moments later, she did.

He, thankfully, held her up as he stretched back to his feet, then covered her mouth with his. She tasted herself on him and the lingering pulses from her orgasm throbbed through her.

She needed more. A lot more. Like all of him. Now.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched against him, pressing against his erection. Nate kissed her thoroughly.

Then he let her go, smoothed her skirt down and stepped back. He licked his lips, straightened his tie and gave her a little smile.