Emily's Affair (23 page)

"You've got to stop doing that," he growled. Her hands flexed on his shoulders, then moved with urgency across his chest and down his stomach. "I missed you, too, sweetheart." It took all of his willpower not to rip her clothing from her body and feast upon her flesh.

Emily pulled back from his lips long enough to show him the extent of her need. "Jake. Please. Touch me."

He sucked in a sharp breath. "You should rest."

"Who needs sleep?" Emily took his wrist and guided his hand to her waist. "I can rest later. I want to feel you touching me."

And he wanted to feel her. Jake cupped the back of her head and forced her mouth back to his. His hand gripped her at the waist and maneuvered her underneath him. He hovered above her and trailed wet kisses down her neck to the throat of her blouse. She arched against him and gasped with delight.

"More." Emily grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked it from the waist of his jeans. He wasn't about to stop her. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin.

A loud voice laughed and drew Jake's attention back to the fact that he hadn't locked the door. He looked up as a shadow passed in front of the door. "I'm not sharing." He disentangled himself from her and went to the door.

"Jake," Emily cried.

Jake clicked the lock on the door, then moved back to her. He paused long enough to gaze down at her. She was exquisite. Magnificent. Her satiny, cream colored blouse was pulled to the side, exposing the smooth column of her throat. Her short, blue skirt rode high on her thighs and her legs shifted restlessly as she caught his hand and guided him back down to her.

He went to her willingly and settled himself above her. He'd vowed to himself that their first time together would be a planned event and he reaffirmed his oath. Jake wouldn't give up his plans for making her first time everything she deserved and more. But there was nothing stopping him from giving her a sample of what lay before them.

Jake braced himself on an elbow and slowly, while keeping her eyes trapped on his, unbuttoned her shirt. "This is but the first, sweet Emily. It only gets better from here." He spread the shirt to the side and lowered his gaze to the swell of her breasts straining at the fabric of her bra. "You are beautiful," he whispered reverently. Her fingers gripped his hair and he kissed his way to the hardened peaks beckoning him.

Emily gasped as his mouth covered her. "Don't stop," she whimpered. She held him close to her chest and slipped a leg out from underneath him to hug him to her. "Oh, God, don't stop."

Jake recognized that tone in her voice. He raised his head. "No. Not yet. Look at me, Emily." He waited for her to comply. "When you go over the edge, I'll be touching you. Here." His hand slithered down the length of her and cupped the hot, moist heat radiating through her cotton panties. "Wait for me."

"I can't. I need… please, Jake.
Please
."

God help him. He was about to explode in his jeans and she wasn't doing anything to help him. Her innocent body moved against him like a cat in heat. He wanted her like he wanted no other woman in his life.

Emily cupped his cheeks and brought them nose to nose. "Now. On the couch. On the floor. I don't care. But now, Jake. I want you now."

His honorable nature shoulder its way past the call of ol' Johnny. "Not here. Anywhere but here—"

Emily ground herself against his hand and squeezed her legs around him. "Here. Now. End of discussion." She pushed at him and they rolled from the couch onto the floor. She came up over him and jerked his shirt up. "Take this off. Now."

"Emily—"

She pushed his arms over his head and ripped the shirt off him. "I've waited long enough." She shrugged out of her shirt and, in her haste, nearly ripped her bra. "Get this thing off me."

Jake cupped the back of her head and dragged her mouth to him. "I'm not taking your virginity on the floor in my office. Dammit, I am not," he told her, more for himself than for her.

Sanity was a word away. If Emily said for them to stop, he would. He would do it, even if it killed him.

Which it felt like it might.

Carpe Jakem—
Seize Jake
. Her mind let loose its passion-clouded battle cry and her body recklessly surged forth.

How many times did she have to tell him in order to get it through his thick skull? She wanted him. Now. Here. On the floor.

"Virginity be damned," Emily said, then fused their mouths together. Her fingers shook. Her body ached. Her toes tingled. He tasted divine and she was starving. She needed him more than her next breath. She positively refused to stop now. Jake had turned her on and he was going to finish what he started all those days ago in the mailroom.

Her bra sprung free and her startled cry of excitement was muted against the onslaught of his hungry tongue. She moved her breasts across the supple hairs sprinkling his magnificent chest. Emily belatedly realized that she'd forgotten to tell him her opinion of his chest. She'd dreamed of ripping his T-shirt to shreds and exposing the sculpted muscles of his broad chest, but nothing had prepared her for the beauty of him.

And his shoulders? La, her brain said on a sigh. Wide, powerful, bronze, and all hers. His shoulders begged to be bitten. She gave in to the urge and moved her mouth across his cheek, down his throat, then bit him.

His back came up off the floor and he growled. His hands gripped her hips and ground her against him in a fierce, primal motion.

Jake was going to be a magnificent teacher. She couldn't have found a better man to teach her everything she wanted to know if she'd hired a million investigators to comb the four corners of the world.

Emily flicked her tongue over the teeth marks and was instantly intoxicated. She couldn't get enough. She bit him again. She salved the marks with her tongue, then moved across his shoulder to the base of his throat. She was ravenous for the taste of him. She left a wet trail across his shoulders, nipping and salving the wounds as she went.

Jake positioned a hard thigh between her legs and urged her body higher. He muttered beneath his breath and caught a nipple between his lips.

Emily came out of her skin. The bra flew through the air as she yanked it off her arms, then forced him to take more of her into his mouth. It was torture. Sizzling, bone melting torture. She loved it. Reveled in it. Couldn't get enough of it.

But she had cravings of her own to satisfy.

Emily shoved his shoulders back down and shimmied down his body, then planted her own brand of torture on his chest. She was addicted. Vanilla ice cream and strawberries had nothing compared to his taste.

"Sweetheart, you're… killing me."

Emily clutched the thigh between her leg and rocked instinctively against it. "I haven't even begun, Jake."

"God," he groaned. "I can feel you through my jeans."

Emily loosened her hold on his leg to slide down the length of him and follow the thin trail of hair over the steely bands of his abdomen to the waist of his jeans.

Pins and needles pricked her skin everywhere. Where he touched her, her nerve endings screamed in delight. Her stomach no longer fluttered, but spasmed with excitement, anxiety, and…
need
. The blinding release was within her grasp and Emily ignored it. She wanted to take Jake with her this time. He would be inside her this time. She'd waited long enough. Too long.

Her fingers found the snap of his jeans and she eluded his hands long enough to undo the top button, then with a solid tug the remaining buttons gave way. Boxer shorts. The devil inside her had known he'd be a boxers type of man.

"No, you don't." He caught her under the arms and hauled her up the hard length of him. "Come here."

Emily tried to object, to tell him that she wanted to explore her new found discovery, but her tongue no longer worked. Well, it worked, but not well enough to form words. Incoherent thoughts came and went in her mind. There was so much she wanted to see and do and Jake's body was a veritable playground for her undernourished sexuality. Her impatience turned to fire as he rolled her over, laying her back on his rumpled shirt, and pressed the heel of his palm against the throbbing center of her body.

Her lips parted to cry out in pleasure and he covered her mouth. The gold flecks in his eyes were bright as he stared into her very soul. His fingers teased aside the elastic of her underwear and he touched her.

Emily unraveled at the delicate caress. Wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure beat upon her fevered skin.

Jake buried his face in her neck. "I can't wait, Emily. I'm sorry. I can't—" He broke off and moved away from her. He shoved her skirt up and yanked off her panties, then fumbled with his jeans and boxers until he freed himself.

Emily stared at the hardened proof of his arousal and licked her suddenly dry lips. He was
huge
. Her gaze flickered to the rest of him. Jake was busy searching his wallet for something. Her attention moved back to the evidence of her effect on him. She had to know. She had to have him.

Now. Here. On the floor.

The fire of her impatience transformed into gluttonous haste and she wrapped her hand around him, then, ignoring his string of breathless curses, urged him towards her.

Jake fell forward on his elbows and cursed again. "Emily. No. God. I. Condom. Need. Oh God. Stop."

Emily ignored him and the rattling of the foiled wrapper as Jake tore at the condom package with his teeth. She braced her body, mind, and soul, then impaled herself.

Jake swore and shuddered.

There was a flash of pain so small Emily barely noticed it. Her mind and body converged on one powerful fact. Jake was inside her. Filling her. Stretching her.

It was incredible, right, and… utterly perfect.

Her hips twitched and her knees rose, drawing him deeper and deeper into her.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

Jake's body was tense and still. A whimper of pleasure and frustration escaped her throat. He had to move. She needed him to move. He was suppose d to move. He was the teacher here.

Emily arched her back and dug her nails into the muscles of his back.

Jake jerked and slid deeper. "I can't, Emily. Help me. Please, I—"

Emily was beyond speech, well beyond. She scratched and clawed at him, mentally screaming at him to move and give her more. Her back fell back against the floor only to arch back up again and grind her hips against him.

Jake capitulated on a groan and withdrew slightly, then plunged into her. He grabbed her thighs and, one by one, urged them up higher. "Yes, that's it," he said raggedly. "Take me, sweetheart. Deeper. God.
Yes
."

Tension unlike anything she'd ever felt before built in the back of her throat. It was beautiful. Binding. She couldn't breathe and she needed to scream. He was the center of her world as he moved inside her, massaging her inner muscles until nothing but the primal dance he showed her mattered.

In all her wildest dreams, she'd never believed anything could be so… beautiful, shattering, completing, fulfilling.

And terrifying.

Jake seemed to understand, because he brushed her mouth with a tender kiss and whispered, "Give it to me. I'll catch you."

Emily didn't doubt him and gave him all she had to give. The scream caught in her throat moved from her body into his. He took it all and left her with nothing. He took her breath, her tongue, her mind, her body, her heart, her soul. She was left with nothing.