Briana would not be as bad knowing that it would all end soon.
He pointed toward the kitchen. “You remember where the spare bedroom is right?”
She nodded but followed him as he headed in the opposite direction. “What is the plan? I think we are going to need weapons and more men.” He ignored her and went into his bedroom. She hesitated for a moment, at the doorway and then walked in after him.
“Who is going to help us?”
Cyn stopped and faced her. “I am not going to share the plan with you. For all I know you are on their side, a damn decoy, and your sister doesn’t even exist.”
“If you don’t trust me then why are you helping me?” Unjustified rage filled her, perhaps because his words were too close to the truth. Emma stepped closer to him. She hated that she had to bend her neck back to look up at him. “Maybe this is a mistake, maybe I should just figure this out by myself.”
He held her by the forearms and drew her to him. First his eyes were piercing, his stare hard, but they softened when he spoke, “I don’t know why, but I want to protect you.” His tone and expression carried both surprise and confusion in equal measure.
No one had ever spoken such words to her. Emma almost couldn’t breathe as soothing waves of emotion flowed through her. She continued to hold his gaze even though her knees almost buckled when his eyes darkened with hunger. The urge to kiss him slammed into her. Of their own accord, her hands moved up his arms and behind his head. She drug her fingers through his silky hair and brought his face down to hers.
As if he’d held back, he let out a soft growl before his mouth crashed down on hers and she was lost to the taste of him.
The feel of his hard muscular body against hers drove her crazy with desire. The contradiction of the softness of his lips and his powerful build amazed her. Emma’s pulse quickened when his tongue dove into her mouth. She moaned and swirled hers around it and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. To have this effect on such a man made her feel powerful, feminine.
His hands trailed down her back. He cupped her bottom and held her in place against him. His hard-on pressed into her midsection sending a rush of heat between her legs.
Mouths joined, she splayed her fingers and ran her hands across his back to touch more of him. Cyn’s mouth moved across hers, as if he couldn’t get enough.
When his mouth slid from her lips to her ear, Emma’s heart beat so fast she could not catch her breath.
“Talk to me,” he whispered gruffly in her ear. “Tell me to stop.”
Control was lost. Emma grabbed his butt and thrust her hips into him sending a clear message.
“I don’t want you to stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard, a promise of what was to come. Emma fisted the front of his shirt to keep him from moving away from her. She did not want to break the spell of his nearness. A hiss escaped when he began to trail kisses down her throat while his capable hands slipped her jacket off her shoulders.
Emma did not object when she felt his touch under her t-shirt and he began to caress her bare skin. His rough hands were gentle as he moved her bra aside and cupped her breasts. She tugged at his shirt with trembling fingers.
Cyn backed away from her and removed her shirt. Then without taking his eyes from hers, he unzipped her jeans with unhurried and precise movements. They slid down her legs, his fingers skimming her skin along the way. She stepped out of the pool of denim, mesmerized by the hunger in his face. All she wore now was a lacy bra and matching panties made of the sheerest pink fabric.
Once again she crashed against him and held her face up to him in a silent plea for more of his kisses.
Both ran their hands over each other as he walked her backwards. The fabric of the plush comforter cooled her heated skin when Cyn picked her up and placed her on the bed.
Dazed, Emma
He pointed toward the kitchen. “You remember where the spare bedroom is right?”
She nodded but followed him as he headed in the opposite direction. “What is the plan? I think we are going to need weapons and more men.” He ignored her and went into his bedroom. She hesitated for a moment, at the doorway and then walked in after him.
“Who is going to help us?”
Cyn stopped and faced her. “I am not going to share the plan with you. For all I know you are on their side, a damn decoy, and your sister doesn’t even exist.”
“If you don’t trust me then why are you helping me?” Unjustified rage filled her, perhaps because his words were too close to the truth. Emma stepped closer to him. She hated that she had to bend her neck back to look up at him. “Maybe this is a mistake, maybe I should just figure this out by myself.”
He held her by the forearms and drew her to him. First his eyes were piercing, his stare hard, but they softened when he spoke, “I don’t know why, but I want to protect you.” His tone and expression carried both surprise and confusion in equal measure.
No one had ever spoken such words to her. Emma almost couldn’t breathe as soothing waves of emotion flowed through her. She continued to hold his gaze even though her knees almost buckled when his eyes darkened with hunger. The urge to kiss him slammed into her. Of their own accord, her hands moved up his arms and behind his head. She drug her fingers through his silky hair and brought his face down to hers.
As if he’d held back, he let out a soft growl before his mouth crashed down on hers and she was lost to the taste of him.
The feel of his hard muscular body against hers drove her crazy with desire. The contradiction of the softness of his lips and his powerful build amazed her. Emma’s pulse quickened when his tongue dove into her mouth. She moaned and swirled hers around it and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. To have this effect on such a man made her feel powerful, feminine.
His hands trailed down her back. He cupped her bottom and held her in place against him. His hard-on pressed into her midsection sending a rush of heat between her legs.
Mouths joined, she splayed her fingers and ran her hands across his back to touch more of him. Cyn’s mouth moved across hers, as if he couldn’t get enough.
When his mouth slid from her lips to her ear, Emma’s heart beat so fast she could not catch her breath.
“Talk to me,” he whispered gruffly in her ear. “Tell me to stop.”
Control was lost. Emma grabbed his butt and thrust her hips into him sending a clear message.
“I don’t want you to stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard, a promise of what was to come. Emma fisted the front of his shirt to keep him from moving away from her. She did not want to break the spell of his nearness. A hiss escaped when he began to trail kisses down her throat while his capable hands slipped her jacket off her shoulders.
Emma did not object when she felt his touch under her t-shirt and he began to caress her bare skin. His rough hands were gentle as he moved her bra aside and cupped her breasts. She tugged at his shirt with trembling fingers.
Cyn backed away from her and removed her shirt. Then without taking his eyes from hers, he unzipped her jeans with unhurried and precise movements. They slid down her legs, his fingers skimming her skin along the way. She stepped out of the pool of denim, mesmerized by the hunger in his face. All she wore now was a lacy bra and matching panties made of the sheerest pink fabric.
Once again she crashed against him and held her face up to him in a silent plea for more of his kisses.
Both ran their hands over each other as he walked her backwards. The fabric of the plush comforter cooled her heated skin when Cyn picked her up and placed her on the bed.
Dazed, Emma
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