Sudden Response (EMS #1)(47)

She felt a blush burn its way up her neck when she realized that she had been seconds away from storming outside like this to go kick his ass, but not because she was wearing a t-shirt and panties, but because she was only wearing a t-shirt.

Something in her expression must have given her away because that sexy bad boy grin that she loved so much suddenly graced his face. He crooked a finger in her direction. "Come here."

She just barely stopped herself from doing just that. With a snort she shook her head. "I'm not your bitch. You come here," she snapped, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest even tighter, mostly to hide her nerves.

This was such a bad idea. Was she really thinking about tackling him, bringing him down to the ground, ripping his clothes off and licking his body from head to toe before she had her dirty little way with him?

Yes, yes she was.

Before she could rethink her plan or add a few things here and there to prolong her enjoyment, he was pushing off the arm of the couch and was standing in front of her. He placed his forearm against the wall by her head as he leaned in.

"Are you wearing panties, Joe?" he asked in a seductively dark whisper that had her licking her lips.

"Shouldn't we talk about this?" she asked, avoiding his question.

"About your panties?" he asked teasingly as he gently laid his other hand on her hip.

"No," she said, trying not to smile, "about what we're doing here. We need to talk, Eric."

"Okay," he said, slowly nodding his agreement as he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Well, first I'm going to see if you're wearing any underwear. Then I'd thought we start living out every fantasy I've ever had about you, starting of course with the ones I had in high school. Then I thought we'd make up a few together," he said, pressing a line of kisses to her mouth before he brushed his lips teasingly against hers.

Her hands tightened around his shoulders in response to the very carnal visuals that were now running through her head. When she put her hands on his shoulders she had no idea, but she wasn't willing to let him go out of fear that her trembling legs would give out.

"That's not what I meant," she said weakly even as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck as he licked and kissed his way down.

"You don't want to live out a few fantasies?" he asked against her neck as his hand slid from her hip, down her thigh until it went past the edge of her t-shirt and them moved up under the t-shirt. His warm hand moved up her bare skin until it was once again resting on her bare hip.

Yes, she really did. In fact she had about a hundred fantasies that she would love to live out with him. "We'll talk afterwards?" she asked, gasping when his hand moved to her bottom.

Chapter 21

They really should be talking, but he knew that talking could lead to the decision that they should never do this again so he was going to be an ass**le and get his fill before that. He didn't know what she wanted or what he could give her and was in no rush to end this. He wanted her too badly to do the right thing right now.

When she'd left this morning he'd been determined to do the right thing by her. Letting her walk away was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his life. If Bill hadn't bugged the hell out of him until he gave in and helped him out with the annoying cocky bastard he probably would have done something stupid like go after Joe and promise her things they both knew he couldn't deliver.

During the time he spent trying to teach Greg how to use the equipment he thought about her. He loved her, they both knew that and he never wanted to hurt her, but he would. He didn't know how to be what she needed because he never cared enough to try that for any other woman. He'd love to be the man that could take care of her and be there for her, but he had some serious doubts about his own abilities.

After he'd finally had enough of putting up with Greg's bullshit he went home, showered, and tried not to think of her, but it had been a losing battle from the beginning. He gave in not too long ago because he promised himself that they'd have tonight and tomorrow before she had to go to New Hampshire and then they'd see where things took them from there. He knew it would probably lead to nothing, but he couldn't help but give himself a little hope that he could be more to her.

"Hell," he groaned when his fingers brushed against her slit.

She was wet, soaking wet and the knowledge that a few simple touches had turned her on almost as much as him nearly sent him to his knees. A second later the thought of her soaking wet did send him to his knees.

When she spread her legs without a word he had to suppress a groan. He had a feeling that she'd be demanding in bed and he couldn't be happier about that fact. He pushed up her t-shirt and kissed the skin he exposed. He followed the smooth strong thigh that smelled of vanilla up until he came to his new favorite sweet spot and pressed a kiss against the puffy moist lips.

Joe's moan caught his attention and when he looked up she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and off, letting it drop to the ground next to them. He'd seen her na**d dozens of times, but seeing her leaning against the wall with her legs spread and ready for him almost had him losing it.

He frantically grabbed onto his self-control and forced himself to relax. Last night, or rather this morning he'd f**ked her hard and fast and didn't get a chance to enjoy the body that had starred in every fantasy he'd ever had. Today he would not make that mistake.