Finding Her Son(37)

He sent her a sidelong glance. Her eyes widened, then flared in response to his need.

He could barely control himself before he waved at the guard and accelerated toward Noah’s drive. He pulled into the garage and switched off the key. The heat between them pulsed like an electrical storm. His pulse slammed against his throat. He should pull away from her, but he didn’t want to. They were safe. They were alone.

Mitch unbuckled her seat belt and she scooted toward him, resting her hand on his chest. His heart thudded to meet her touch. He clasped her hand. “I won’t stop this time,” he said, his voice gruff. He looked at her, and she swallowed and licked her lips to wet them, begging for his kiss.

“I don’t want you to.”

“So be it.” He opened his door and didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He pulled her out of the truck and slammed his mouth down onto hers.

Emily’s head spun as he plundered her lips. Demanding, insistent, strong. He pressed against them, and she opened for him willingly, groaning as his tongue invaded her, tasted her.

His hands held her head steady as Emily snaked her arms around his waist. Her nipples tingled as her breasts pressed against his chest. She let her hands wander up and down his back, and he ground his hips against her.

“Give me what we’ve been wanting for the past two days,” he said as he nipped her ear.

“Follow me.” The husky words caught in her throat. She held out her hand, and he took it. She gave him her best come-hither look. “First one into the hot tub gets a massage.”

Three steps and she stood in front of the door, waiting. Mitch pulled out the key, his smile more relaxed. “I’ve got the advantage.”

“Perhaps.” Emily eased toward him and let her fingertips toy with the waist of his jeans, releasing the button.

He sucked in his stomach and groaned. “You are a temptress.”

Her lips pressed against the corner of his mouth. “No. I’m a woman who knows what I want.”

She snagged the key from his hand and bolted through the front door, peeling off her clothes as she went. He followed, shucking his own. The muscles in his arms rippled as he tossed his shirt to the side. She wanted to memorize the lines and explore his hair-roughened chest all the way down to his narrow waist and beyond.

He obviously wanted her. He crossed the living room and grabbed her by the hips, pressing her against the wall. “I don’t want the hot tub. I want you.” His skin plastered against hers. She could feel every hard line of his body seeking hers out.

Mitch’s lips lowered to her shoulder and he tasted her. “Mmm…you are so sweet, so sexy.”

His leg pushed between hers, and Emily’s body trembled. She’d never felt this kind of raw sensuality before. She wanted to shove him to the ground and take him, but she melted as he rocked against her, and an ache built deep inside her belly.

He pulled her closer, and her knees went to jelly. She clung to him. She wanted to be whole again, to be filled by a man who didn’t keep secrets, who didn’t hide from her.

She held him tight and rubbed her breasts against his chest. Her nipples beaded in response, begging for his caress. “Touch me.” She leaned back, exposing her aching nipples to his gaze. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t deny them.

Still holding his body against hers, his hand traveled from her hip, past her waist and to cup her breast, kneading the soft flesh, teasing her.

Mitch grinned and kissed her cheek. “There?” His lips stroked her temple. “Or here?” Then he tested the corner of her mouth. “Or maybe here?”

Her mouth parted, and she tilted her lips to his, capturing him, her tongue tasting his, her hands holding his head to hers. A low rumble echoed in his chest. She couldn’t get enough of him.

She grabbed his hands and took them to her breasts. “Here.”

He lifted his head, and his smile vanished. He lowered his lips to her breast.

Her body soared as he wove his magic. She shivered and sighed against him. He lifted his head. “I want you.”

She nodded, but she didn’t stop touching him. She backed toward the bedrooms, and he followed, his arms still around her, his body pressing against her, then pulling away in rhythm with each step he took.

By the time the back of Emily’s knees touched the bed, she could barely stand. She fell onto the mattress and tugged him to her.

Unwilling to wait, she opened her legs in greeting. Mitch looked down on her and groaned. “Protection?”

She flushed and shook her head, biting her lip in pure frustration. She wanted him. Now.

“This is my brother’s house.” He kissed her hard and rose from the bed and smiled at the view of her sprawled and waiting for him.

She knew her breathing was quick, her pulse pounding, her body ready for him.

“Stay right where you are. Don’t move.”

Her body hummed with anticipation, hungry for a touch, for release. What if he didn’t find protection? There were ways to relieve the ache in their bodies, but she wanted him with her. She wanted him to be a part of her.

He walked through the door holding a large box.

“You expect we’ll need all those?” she asked with a seductive smile.

“A man can dream.” He stopped just inside the doorway and stared at her. “You are my dream.” Placing the box of condoms on the bedside table, he took a packet and stretched out beside her. “Help me,” he said, his voice shaking slightly.