Pulse (Collide, #2)(123)
“I know what this is,” Emily purred.
“Do you?” He kissed her deeper as he maneuvered them up off the floor. Swooping her into his arms like a groom carrying his bride, he continued his delicious onslaught against her lips.
“I do, Mr. Cream and Sugar. Now I demand this blindfold comes off.” Her voice was husky, riddled with need, want, and desire as a result of the sweet torture he’d put her through.
Gavin did as she asked, slowly pulling away the blindfold. He watched her blink open her beautiful green eyes, the surprise in them immediately sending prickles of satisfaction over his skin. Her glorious gasp throttled his ears. “Welcome to our future.”
Feet dangling over Gavin’s forearms, Emily couldn’t decide which way to look as she took in her surroundings. Wood floors, polished to a shine, spanned the spacious living room. Its size made Gavin’s penthouse seem like a college dorm. Her gaze landed on the marble staircase, which split at the landing, situated in the middle of the foyer. Ceilings marked by exquisite crown molding soared over panoramic windows that showcased an in-ground pool in the backyard. Arched entryways dappled every direction.
Gavin carried her into a kitchen harvesting endless amounts of cream-colored granite. Stainless steel appliances fit for a master chef stood out among sleek cherry cabinets. Though unfurnished, the grandeur of the home spilled from one room into the next as Gavin whisked Emily in and out of a library, billiard room, and an office. It hit her, and Emily’s heart swelled. Gavin’s infamous twenty questions game, always including some odd bit of information concerning either a color, texture, or a design, was what made up their home. Their future. Pieces of her answers were scattered everywhere.
“I love you,” she whispered against his lips. “I love every single sneaky, conniving inch of you.” She kissed him harder, deeper, needing to show him how thankful she was for him, for all he’d given her. “Take me back into the living room so I can make love to my shmexy fiancé.”
Gavin ignored her words with his decadent grin, carrying her up the stairs. “You think I’d make love to you on a bare floor?”
Kissing his neck, the tantalizing aroma of his musky cologne tickling her nose, Emily couldn’t care less about the location in that moment. She needed him. “We’ve had sex in a dressing room at Neiman Marcus.” She brought her mouth up to his and nibbled at his lip. “We’ve had sex on the beach in the Hamptons.” Smoothing her hands down his broad shoulders, she started unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ve even had sex in a utility closet at my school. All of a sudden you’re worried about a bare floor? Since when did you become selective as to where you inhale me?”
A devious gleam struck Gavin’s eyes as the memories of each and every encounter Emily mentioned rippled through his mind. She was correct, but today was different. He had other things planned for the way he’d inhale her. Ignoring her words, he continued to carry her into what would be their master suite.
Emily’s breath caught as her eyes roamed over an elegant four-poster canopy bed. King in size, deep mahogany in color, and draped in white sheer netting, the lone piece of furniture gave the room an ethereal, romantic feel. Gavin gently set her down with her back pressed to his chest. Moving her wavy hair away from her neck, he leaned into her ear and slowly unzipped her dress. “I plan on inhaling every inch of your body on that bed,” he whispered, easing the single strap off her shoulder. “Is that okay with you, Miss Cooper?”
Emily couldn’t think, breathe, or move as her dress hit the cool wood floor, leaving her heated body close to bare in a black, strapless corset and garter. “Yes,” she breathed, feeling Gavin’s hands ghost over her chest. In seconds, he had her corset unhooked, freeing her breasts from their confinements. The silk lingerie joined the discarded dress. The sensation of his touch was beyond delicious as Gavin palmed her breasts, kneading them softly. He skimmed his greedy mouth up and down Emily’s neck and her head fell back against his strong shoulder. A soft moan filtered past her lips.
Reaching behind her, she started unfastening his belt, her hands working feverishly over the leather. Dear God, she couldn’t get it undone fast enough. With one hand making love to her breast, Gavin slid the other into her panties, his fingers massaging her clit in soft, slow circles. Soaked in desire and needing to hold on to something, Emily’s hands stopped unfastening his belt. She dragged them up his neck, curled them in his hair, her quick, panting breaths echoing through the sparsely furnished room as Gavin slowly finger-f*cked her into oblivion.
“Jesus, you’re always so wet for me,” Gavin said, his voice ripe with erotic sweetness. Sucking on her neck, his fingers dipping in and out of her, he gently bit her flesh. “You’re mine, Emily.”
She moaned, a corresponding tug of heat building deep within her * with each stroke. “Forever,” she breathed as hot pleasure tore through her. Her body melted, throbbing to have him inside her. No longer able to wait, she faced him.
His eyes, the color of blazing blue fire, stared intently into hers, the emotions swirling behind them raw, fierce with passion as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pants. She stripped him of his clothing, and Gavin’s mouth caught hers, his beautifully etched lips soft, warm. Melded together, he backed her toward the bed. The heat radiating from his skin nearly set Emily aflame. In one slow, torturous motion, Gavin knelt before Emily, pulling her panties, garter, and thigh highs down to her ankles.