“I missed you,” Derian growled against her
throat, one hand sliding under her T-shirt, stroking down her belly, and
fumbling at the button of her jeans.
“Let me help,” Emily gasped, suddenly
desperate to be naked, to have nothing between her and Derian’s hands. She tore
open her jeans and pushed them down her legs, kicking them off while trying to
keep Derian on top of her, not caring how ungraceful she looked as long as
Derian never moved. Derian’s mouth was on her throat, her teeth lightly
scraping, sending shivers of heat down her spine and fireworks bursting between
her thighs.
“Oh my God.” Blindly, Emily found Derian’s
hand and pressed it between her thighs. “Inside. I want you inside.”
Derian knelt between Emily’s thighs, stroking
her breasts and her belly and finally filling her. Her eyes burned, feral and
magnificent, stark and famished. For her. For her.
“Hurry.” Emily gripped Derian’s wrist and
lifted to take her deeper. When Derian leaned down and kissed her, she
exploded.
“Okay, so fast is good too,” Emily murmured
into Derian’s neck.
“Fast is pretty fantastic.”
Emily squinted, focused finally. Derian lay
beside her, holding her. “You still have all your clothes on.”
“You have a Star
Wars T-shirt. I’m underdressed.”
Emily laughed, a little wildly, still trying
to put the pieces of her sanity back together. “I never wanted anything the way
I want you.”
“I can’t seem to stop touching you.”
Emily stretched and murmured contentedly.
“That’s very good, then. I would like it, though, if we took your clothes off
now so I can feel your skin. Love your skin. It’s so hot.”
Derian grinned against Emily’s rumpled hair.
Hot skin. Why did she think that was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard?
“I missed you all afternoon. Why did you have to have meetings scheduled back
to back?”
Emily tilted her head and kissed Derian’s
chin. “Oh, you know. Business? You remember the agency.”
“Oh. That. Vaguely.”
“I did
have a very hard time thinking about work.” Emily opened the buttons on
Derian’s shirt. Finding the skin she’d been hungering for, she ran her tongue
in circles around Derian’s nipple. Derian’s fingers threaded into her hair and
pressed her face closer to her breast.
“I like it when you do that,” Derian
whispered, her limbs shifting restlessly.
Emily intended never to stop, but first she
needed more. She slipped off the couch and knelt beside it, opening Derian’s
belt and trousers. “Sit up.”
“Emily,” Derian groaned, swinging her legs to
the floor. “I—”
“Off.” Emily gripped Derian’s trousers and
tugged, pulling them down and away. She knelt between Derian’s legs and kissed
Derian’s inner thighs, slowly working her way higher until Derian’s thighs
tightened and her hips lifted from the couch.