The Game (Wagered Hearts Series, #3)(29)

"Do you want to come up to my place?" she asked.

I nodded before I could talk myself out of it. What was one night anyway? We'd both been feeling the sexual intensity build up for months now. It would only get stronger and more distracting unless we did something about it. At least that's what I tried to convince myself.




We walked toward the elevators and she punched in her secret pin for her floor before the doors slid shut. Once inside, she pushed me against the back of the cold metal doors and pressed her body up against mine. "There aren't any cameras in here," she whispered against my lips.

I pulled her tight against me, letting her feel my erection pushing against her hip, before I bent down and crushed my lips to hers. The feel of her in my arms, kissing me without abandon as she rubbed herself against me, nearly drove me insane. The bing of the elevators brought me back to my senses. I was able to straighten us out before the doors opened, and we spilled out onto the floor.

Once inside, she led me past her kitchen, to her bedroom. She pushed the door shut behind her and tugged me toward the center of the room. I liked this aggressive side to her. It was a nice change of pace to not have to do all the work in the bedroom.

Emilia bent down on her knees in front of me and undid the buckle on my belt before pulling down my zipper. I sucked in a gasp as I felt her fingers wrap around me, and just about died when I felt her warm wet lips close around the tip of my shaft. She swirled her tongue under the head while she slowly stroked me up and down. I threw my head back and sighed in bliss.

Emilia was very good at this. Too good. I was almost embarrassed at how fast it took for me to get so close. I needed to stop before I came in her mouth. I stilled her movements with my hands and looked down at her. She was magnificent and I couldn't believe this beautiful woman was real. She looked up at me with her head tilted to the side in question.

"We need to stop before I come," I said, my voice sounding strained.

She smiled a satisfied little smirk at me before she stood up. I kicked off my socks and shoes along with my pants and pushed her forward, toward her large bed. We both fell on top of the down comforter in a heap. She scooted back to the center of the bed on her elbows.

"That was elegant," she laughed.

"Come back here. I'm not finished with you yet," I said, tugging her ankles back toward me.

She let out a loud peal of laughter but didn't fight it. I pulled off her shoes and then worked on her jeans. She wore the tiniest pair of red panties I'd ever seen, and I regretted having to take them off, but wouldn't be deterred from my goal. I hooked my thumb underneath the flimsy elastic and pulled them down.

I placed myself between her legs and bent them at the knees. "Now it's your turn," I said looking up at her as I licked my lips. I felt her body tense as I rubbed my fingers against her sensitive little nub. I heard her moan as I guided her lips apart and rubbed my finger against her wetness before finally pushing it in.

She arched her back and cried out my name as I slowly eased in and out while still rubbing her clit with my thumb. God, she was so wet! I loved watching how she reacted to my touch. Her face was so expressive. When she finally opened her eyes, I was arrested by the look of pure desire I saw reflected in them. It almost took my breath away. "Please," she said, softly.

I knew exactly what she wanted me to do, and without looking away from her face, I lowered myself as my mouth descended on her. She tasted like ambrosia--salty and earthy and all her. I flicked my tongue against her clit and heard her moan. She writhed beneath me as I continued to devour her with my mouth, circling my tongue in slow undulating circles. When she began bucking against me, I knew she was close. I pinned her to the bed with my mouth as I quickened my pace, at times sucking, nibbling and probing her with my tongue.

"Oh God," she moaned as she tightened her thighs around my neck. Her body writhed and bucked beneath me, but I held her down until she screamed out my name.

Her body stilled and her legs fell away from my head. I looked up at her, lying down on the bed, her breathing coming in short pants. I kissed my way up her body and she opened her eyes as I reached her lips.

"That was beautiful," I said in wonder. She blushed at me shyly before running her fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck. I lowered my head for a kiss and she opened up to taste herself on my lips and tongue.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked.

She looked up at me blankly before nodding her head. "Top drawer, side table."

I reached over grabbed a foil packet, tearing it open, and slipping the condom on. I pulled off my shirt and climbed up on top of her. She had already managed to take off her top so our bodies were touching skin to skin.

"I want you," she said wrapping her legs around my waist.

I pressed the swollen tip of my cock into her and felt like I had slipped into heaven. She felt so good. Had it really been months since the last time I'd done this? Somehow, I knew that nothing could compare to this feeling--this whole experience with her.

I pulled out slowly, and thrust back in keeping my eyes on her face. Her eyes were closed as she bit her bottom lip, and her dark hair was fanned out against the white comforter.

"Open your eyes," I ordered hoarsely.

She did as told, and I could see her eyes were dilated until they looked almost black. We stared into each other's eyes, as I moved in and out of her. Soon she arched her hips and ground into me, moving in time to my rhythm. Emilia cried out each time our bodies met, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Our breathing intensified and I was soon lost to everything but the friction of our flesh meeting, and the sound of blood rushing in my ear.