Closer by Sarah Greyson Page B

confessed.
    “What? Emma, you can hug me anytime you want. In fact, I would prefer you touch me anytime you want and as often as you can,” he whispered into her ear causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh and a tingle to spread down her spine.
    He nipped at her earlobe playfully trying to pull her out of her head and back into her body. She turned in his arms and pressed herself against his hard, broad chest.
    “I am just afraid I am going to get lost in you,” she said, hope filling her eyes.
    “I’m already lost in you,” he confided lowering his mouth to her neck.
    He bit at her neck and then kissed the spot to sooth his bite.
    “Maybe this is moving too fast, Michael,” she said with her head thrown back allowing him better access to her throat.
    If she didn’t get out of her head, she was going to ruin the mood. Michael didn’t allow that to happen; he was sucking on her neck, and she was moaning his name as her flesh caught fire from his touch. His palm made its way under her shirt to her breast. He squeezed her breast and her nipples tightened. He rolled her nipple through the silk of her bra between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand moved over her back, down to her derriere. He cupped and squeezed her luscious ass pulling her closer to him so she could feel his erection pressing against her belly.
    “Michael,” she whispered into the air. “I’ve never needed anyone this way, and I’m scared,” she professed.
    That was all Michael needed to hear. He picked her up and said, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did and was carried to the bed. He laid her tenderly upon the mattress. He reached down, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them off of her body. “Sit up and raise your arms,” he ordered so he could remove her shirt.
    She did and then she reached behind her back, and removed her bra pulling it slowly off of her body, teasing him. He groaned and pushed her shoulders back until she was lying on the bed again. He stood to take in his beautiful Emma. He gazed deeply into her bright, electric blue eyes hoping to convey the depth of the feelings he concealed. He reached for the bottom of his Henley and pulled it over his head. Emma stared, blushing at the thought of what might happen. He removed his pants and underwear with one move, stepping out of the pool of clothing at the bottom of his feet. He grabbed a condom from his wallet which laid on the armoire. Stalking her like a predator, he kneeled onto the bed. He began stroking her calf with his rough fingers, his eyes perusing his way up her leg. He crept closer to her sex. He traced the outline of her panties, sliding his finger just inside the lace. She moaned and arched under his touch as he brushed closer to her nub. She gasped when he suddenly tore the panties from her body and brought them to his nose, inhaling her scent deeply into her lungs. When he got his fill, he tossed her panties into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and pushed her legs apart, never breaking eye contact. He watched her through hooded eyes as he lowered himself to her core.
    Parting her folds with his fingers, he startled her when he licked his way slowly from the bottom of her clit to the top. He slid a finger inside her dripping wet core. His erection grew even bigger at the feel of her arousal. He continued circling and licking her clit applying pressure while he slide another finger inside her tight walls. He moved his fingers out slowly and then pushed them back into her again while he suckled on her clit. Arching her back off of the bed, she pushed herself closer to his mouth. Didn’t she dream of this happening? She wrapped her hands in his soft, curly hair, pulling his mouth closer to her clit. She moved his head with her hands directing his tongue where to go. She felt powerful, a heady mix of sensations she had never experienced before. This man was worshipping her. At that thought, she felt herself climbing higher and higher until she