“Oh yes.” Emily gasped and pressed her hand
over Derian’s, aching need blinding her to everything. The room disappeared,
her past fell away, her future was only the want in Derian’s eyes. “That feels
so good. You make me feel so good.”
Derian groaned again. “I want more. I need
more. I need you naked.”
“I want you too, you must feel it.” Emily
shuddered. “Not…now.”
“When?”
“I can’t think. I have to think.”
“Why?” Derian pressed her face to Emily’s
breasts, her chest heaving, and the hand around Emily’s breast trembled. “I
want you so much.”
Emily couldn’t recall why not. “We don’t have
much time. If we hurry—”
Derian growled and shook her head. “I’m not
rushing. Not with you.” She looked up, grinned. Emily’s lips, flushed and red,
parted. Her eyes glinted with hunger, hunger that answered Derian’s. She looked
sexy and dangerous. “I need a lot of time to do what I’m planning to do.”
“Slow is nice,” Emily murmured, skimming her
fingers over Derian’s mouth. She wanted her mouth. She wanted her mouth everywhere. “But honest
to God, I wouldn’t mind fast right about now.”
Derian laughed. “There’s my bad girl.”
Emily grinned. “You definitely have the wrong
idea about me.”
“Oh yeah? I don’t think so. Everything about
you amazes me.” Derian wrapped both arms around her and tugged until Emily
straddled her lap. She kissed her mouth, moved to her throat, and explored her
breasts through the thin cotton of her tank, brushing her mouth over the hard
points of her nipples. When she pulled one into her mouth, cotton and all,
Emily arched, pressing tight into her lap, her head thrown back, her breasts
mounding beneath her tank. Derian’s vision swam and longing pushed the breath
from her chest.
Keeping Emily steady with an arm wrapped
around her waist, Derian pulled up Emily’s tank and caressed her breasts and
her belly and angle of her hip. Emily rocked in her lap, a seductive invitation
for more. Derian murmured against her skin, “You’re sure about the time thing?”
“Believe me, I wish I weren’t.” Emily
struggled for breath. “But if we miss any of our appointments, Henrietta—”
“Stop!” Derian groaned. “Way to put out the
fire, baby.”
Laughing, Emily caressed Derian’s face, both
hands gently outlining her cheeks and the angles of her jaw, finally sliding
down her neck and under the collar of her shirt. Derian had never been touched
with such care, or such desire. She sighed, content despite the simmering
tension making her insides roil. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I’m so glad.” Emily kissed her again, for
herself, for the pleasure of the softness of Derian’s mouth and the way the
briefest contact filled her with longing and delight. She kissed her for the
low groans torn from Derian’s chest, for the tightening of Derian’s hands on
her hips, for the quickening of Derian’s pulse beneath her fingertips. She
kissed her for the sheer and simple joy of it. “I don’t think I could ever get
tired of touching you.”