Page 83 of Last Night Was Fun

“Yes.”

“That’s unfortunate,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Almost there.”

Emmy leaned forward to shove them over her butt right as Gabe yanked hard on the front. The force of both made her lose her balance and fall forward over his shoulder into the perfect fireman’s carry position.

“Ah, well, this is convenient,” he said as he hooked his arm over the back of her thighs.

She squealed when he stood with her body draped over his shoulder. The room turned upside down, and her wet hair dangled down his back. “Put me down!” she said through a laugh.

“Gladly.” He dropped them both onto the bed and finished pulling her Spanx from where they’d landed at her ankles. He was downto his boxers—a pair of tight gray shorts that clung to his muscular thighs—and she, her underwear and bra. Everything was still soaked. “Much better,” he said, and crawled up over her. He supported his weight in a way that flexed his triceps into rounded bulges Emmy could not resist reaching up to squeeze. She let out an appreciative moan that was equal parts lust and relief for finally getting full access to her secret obsession.Goddamned sculpted arms. Gabe smiled at the sound she made when he leaned down to kiss her.

She pushed her hands into his wet hair and kissed him back. Her heart pounded that she was kissing Gabe Olson in her underwear on a bed. As if reaching to calm it, he trailed his fingertips over her chest. Really, it did nothing to calm her but only made her heart race faster. He traced her collarbone and the swell of the tops of her breasts before he moved his palm to cup one. He brushed his thumb over her bra. Her nipples were already hard peaks thanks to the rain, but his touch made them stand at attention in a different way.

“All your clothes are so restrictive today.” He slid his hands under her back to reach for her bra’s clasp.

“You have no idea,” she said, and arched up so he could undo it.

The release of the tight elastic felt heavenly. Emmy inhaled the deepest breath she’d been able to take since that morning and was so relieved she forgot she was now topless in front of Gabe Olson, and he was staring at her bare chest like he’d fallen into a trance.

The reflex to throw her arms over herself hit her, but the reverent look on Gabe’s face stopped her. He looked like he wanted to devour her whole.

“What you expected?” Emmy managed to ask in a steady voice.

He grinned, and it filled her with radiant confidence. “Waybetter.”

She grinned back. “Always have to one-up me.”

Gabe sank his mouth over one of her breasts, circling her nipple with his tongue, and any remaining sense of shyness vanished. Theyboth wanted this, and even if it was a onetime thing, it was going to be worth it.

They pushed down the sheets and rested against the pillows. He lay at her side and kissed her, deeply, while they explored each other with their hands. The dips and grooves of hips, the firm planes of thighs and stomachs, the soft swell of her chest and the length of him growing increasingly hard between them.

Once she was dizzy from making out, he slipped his hand between her legs and pressed against the silky fabric of her underwear.

“Tell me what you like, Emmy,” he whispered like it was a secret he desperately needed to know. The sound of his voice fizzed through her like champagne.

She canted herself into his palm, nearly trembling at his touch, and fully giving over to him. “I like it when you say my name. My first name.”

“Emmy. Emmy Emmy Emmy,” he purred into her throat. “What else do you like?” he asked as he pushed her underwear aside and slipped his finger over and then inside her.

She gasped and felt her body deliciously clench around him. “That,” she managed to whisper.

“Yeah?” he darkly hummed and smoothly slid it back out before joining it with another.

A second gasp rushed out of her. She reached up to grip his arm so she didn’t explode.

“This too?” His thumb joined the party and began to circle over her most sensitive part.

She nodded. Little sparkling stars pricked behind her closed eyes.

“You’re so soft, Emmy. So perfect,” he murmured and kissed her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse leaping in her throat. “Tell me what else.”

Her whole body pulsed with need. The way he was taking his time, studying her like there’d be a test later he planned to ace, wasa divine kind of torture. Her mind was nearly blank. Right now, she couldn’t think of anything else beyond the fact that his touch was the single most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt. How could it get any better? But the hunger in his voice, the need to make her feel more and the promise that he could, made her want to give him more and gave her the courage to ask for it.

She thought of his perfect smile. That dazzling grin. Those lips.

“Your mouth,” she said. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

She felt his smile against her throat before he shifted his weight and moved down her body. He slid her underwear off and then positioned himself between her thighs. With a hot hand, he lifted her left leg to press a kiss into the inside of her knee. And then another one, higher up. And then another and another and another until he reached the apex of her thighs, and she reared against him. His mouth pressed into her, his tongue sinking like a hot blade into butter.