Damn Wright (The Wrights 2)

ss and didn’t wait for her to respond. He kissed her deep and slow, letting all his raw need show. When Emma’s hands found their way into his hair, when her tongue found its way into his mouth, flash fire gushed through his veins.

He stroked one hand down her back, over her hips, and gripped her ass, pulling her against him. Dylan moaned into her mouth. Deepened the kiss. And Emma responded like she used to, with passion and need.

When she finally pulled back, breaking the kiss, Dylan wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled. Just like that, Emma was right where Dylan had dreamed she’d be again someday, beneath him, thighs spread, welcoming him.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, then returned to her mouth. Dylan’s mind fogged with desire, his focus all-consuming. “Skin,” he murmured against her lips. “I need skin.”

He pushed up on his knees, gripped the bottom of her scrub top, and yanked it from her pants. Once it was over her head and across the room, he pushed his hands under her tank top and slid them across her skin while he kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck. “Emma, Emma, Emma.”

He still couldn’t believe she was in his arms.

She fisted his T-shirt and dragged it up his back. The move surprised Dylan, and he broke the kiss.

Her eyes were dark with passion. “Just this once.”

Right. Whatever. He wasn’t going to argue about it now. “Uh-huh.”

He covered her mouth with his until he dragged off her tank.

“I mean it,” she said, breathless. “This doesn’t change anything.”

The fuck it doesn’t. “Uh-huh.”

He jerked the string at the waist of her scrub pants, sat up, and pulled them down her legs, off her feet. White lace bra and matching white lace panties. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Sleek and smooth and soft. He needed those curves against him. It had been so long. Too long. Fire burned him from the inside out.

Dylan slid his hands up her thighs, over her flat stomach, and cupped her breasts.

“You’re not listen—” she started.

He kissed her quiet, licking into her mouth. She closed her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. This was really happening. He still couldn’t quite believe his fantasy had materialized. Dylan eased her thighs apart again with one knee and pressed his hips right where they belonged. Then he rocked against her, rough jeans against soft silk.

Emma arched with a pleasure-soaked “God.”

Excitement exploded beneath his skin. Thrilled sparks shot everywhere. He flicked the front clasp of her bra, and as soon as the fabric parted, he lowered his head and opened his mouth over one breast. Her nipples tightened instantly, and she arched against him with more intoxicating sounds.

Her skin still smelled like Emma, flowers and musk, but her breasts felt fuller, filling more of his hands. He licked and sucked until she was coming out of her skin. Until her body writhed beneath him. Until her hands fisted in his hair.

“Dylan…”

The needy moan ripped heat straight up his body. He lifted his head and kissed her, long and slow and deep. Emma pushed her hands between their bodies to search for the button of his jeans.

He watched her expression, drinking in the look and feel of her wanting him. His heart was a kite, whipping in the wind, soaring so high, he almost lost sight of it.

“You need me,” he told her with rock-solid confidence. “Admit it.”

“I need you.”

The admission came too easily. All this was speeding past, and he feared she was doing everything she believed would bring a swift, satisfying conclusion. One she could slide into her memory book, because in her mind, this was the last time.

But Dylan had an entirely different plan, and this was all happening way too fast for that plan. He wanted this to last. Last and last and last. Then her hand pushed into his jeans, and she palmed his cock.

Pleasure rushed him. His hips rocked into her touch, his mouth fell open, eyes closed. Just as quickly, he pulled his hips back and out of reach. It took his head a long, painful second to clear. He wouldn’t be doing that again. Not this round.

Dylan kissed his way down her body, slipped his fingers beneath the edges of her panties, and dragged them down her legs, off her feet. He scooped his hand under her thighs, pulled them apart, and covered her with his mouth.

“Fuck.” She arched and moaned.

So soft, so warm, so completely Emma. He recognized her scent, licked across her pussy and remembered her taste. His head went light, his heart filled and floated.