Fusion by Nicole Williams Page B

force myself to take another step back because those stairs tempted me. No, they beckoned me. Damn, even the stairs were aligning against me.
    Wrapping my arms around my head, I let out a stream of curses through my teeth, venting my frustration.
    “Holy hell,” a voice whispered in front of me.
    My eyes snapped open. A smile hitched its way into position one second later.
    “Em,” I whispered, appraising her on the bottom stair, staring at everything but my eyes. “You minx, you.”
    She stayed silent, frozen in place, that dazed expression on her face, her eyes sweeping over me like pin balls.
    Damn, my smile couldn’t pull any higher without it hurting. “Enjoying the view?” I asked, stretching my arms above me, giving her a free show.
    “Holy hell,” she repeated, her eyes watching my stomach muscles move before they shifted a few inches south. She swallowed, pulling her lower lip into her mouth. “Why are you in your underwear?” she whispered, her voice high.
    I looked her over in her tank and pajama shorts, that alabaster skin gleaming in the dark. “Why aren’t you?” I asked, raising a brow, feeling an instant bolt of heat when I pictured it.
    “Because then we’d be in trouble,” she answered, stepping down from the last stair and crossing the space between us. “Big trouble.”
    And now, thanks to that look on her face and the way her body moved towards me, I was having a tough time coming up with a coherent response. I shook my head, prying a response from my mind. “I happen to be a big fan of big trouble.”
    “That so?” she said, stopping in front of me.
    I nodded, feeling my throat go dry.
    Pressing her body into mine, her hands weaved around my neck. Lord, my knees might have just wobbled. Her mouth moved towards mine until I could feel her breath breaking against my jaw.
    “Me too,” she breathed before sucking my lower lip into her warm mouth.
    Okay, that was definitely a wobble. In fact, I couldn’t do this standing up. Grabbing her waist, I lifted her up and walked backwards until my legs rammed into the couch. Emma’s mouth continued to pulse over my lip, her thighs clenching my waist.
    And I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest a minute ago.
    Holding her tight to me, I dropped down onto the sofa.
    I loved this damn sofa.
    Emma showed mercy and let go of my lower lip, leaning back to study my face. Whatever she saw on it made her smile. It also made her eyes go a little lidded. Lifting herself above my lap, she readjusted herself, wrapping her fingers around the peaks of my arms.
    Lowering herself over me, she slid down a spot that had my head rolling back over the couch. My hands grabbed her hips, squeezing them as hard as I could without leaving marks. The last thing I was capable of doing right now while her body moved against me like that was control. But it was also the first thing I had to have on my mind when we were together like this.
    She slid back up me and, with nothing more than a thin pair of boxers and cotton pair of shorts between us, she could feel my desire as much as I could feel hers. Taking advantage of my exposed neck, Emma’s mouth attached to the spot just above my collar bone, kissing, smoothing, and sucking a pattern to the beat of her hips moving against me.
    Her breathing picked up, steaming up my neck, and my breathing just plain stopped. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the feel of her body against mine and the things it could make mine feel.
    “Emma,” I groaned as her fingers played with the hem of my boxers. Why hadn’t I chosen tonight to sleep naked? “Are you sure?”
    “Shut up, Patrick,” she said, making me. Covering my mouth with hers, her lips moved in and over mine like they were trying to possess me.
    My hands slid under her tank, skimming over her stomach until they molded beneath the fullness of her breasts. As my thumbs played with the hardened part of them, her head fell back. She started moving