Excerpt #6 PG 13 – Tyler & Emily prelude to first love scene

I thought I’d leave you with the prelude to the first love scene. Enjoy…

Slainte’

Excerpt #6  PG 13 – Tyler & Emily prelude to first love scene

Emily couldn’t keep up or catch her breath. “Tyler, wait!”

“Can’t, ma’am,” he rasped, swinging her up and holding her against his heart. “Gotta have you.”

He took the stairs two at a time and reached the top in half the time it would normally take her to climb the stairs. Impressed she giggled. “Why, Mr. Garahan, I do believe you’re in a hurry.”

He squeezed her against him and kissed the top of her head as he opened the door to the upstairs hallway. Disappointed that he didn’t seem to want her as much now that he’d run up the stairs, she sighed. “Thanks for the lift; you can set me down now.”

The deep chuckle rumbled against her side and had her looking up. The heat in his gaze made her weak with anticipation. Desire, hot and strong, was there plain as the nose on his face.

“What part of ‘I can’t wait’ didn’t you get?” He rasped, power and pure male muscle working in tandem as he stalked down the hallway. “Which one?”

She didn’t dare ask him what he was talking about; she didn’t want to break the sensual spell his impatient desire was spinning around them. “Second on the left.”

He shouldered the door open and kicked it shut with his boot.

Emily’s heart stumbled in her breast as he spun around and let her legs slide free, but kept his arms vised around her, crushing her between the hard, hot, muscled length of him and the cool wood door.

She moaned his name, and he pinned his hips to hers, holding her like a butterfly against a swath of black velvet. The image shifted to one of pure pleasure as he lowered his lips to her ear and rasped, “I want to take my time with you, Emily Langley, but I don’t have the strength to wait that long.”

His lips teased the edge of her ear as he nibbled a path down the tendon in her throat. Warmth swept up from her toes, as desire began to build. “Let me have you now, Emily,” he begged. “We can go slow later.”

Bereft of words, overwhelmed by need for this man, she tilted her head back and tightened her arms around his neck. Sliding the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip, she bit it and had the satisfaction of watching his eyes glaze over. She needed to torture him as much as watching him and wanting him had tortured her.

His lips took hers in a ravenous kiss; using teeth, tongue, and lips, he drove every thought from her head but one. Now.

He came up for air before diving down to sample the deep V of skin above her silky black chemise, licking and nipping the skin until the heat from his mouth seared a path from the depths of her cleavage to the base of her ear.

“Tyler!”

He reared back, nostrils flaring, mouth in a firm straight line. Unsure what he waited for, trying to ignore the way her heart opened to him, ready to let him in, but afraid if she did he’d leave, she murmured, “Please?”

His grin was quick, but lethal. “Yes, ma’am.”

His mouth fused to hers as his hands got busy slipping the straps off her shoulders and easing the silky bit of nothing off of her. His groan of pleasure sprinted through her as he filled his hands with her breasts, teasing them into hard, pointed peaks as his head lowered to sup from their bounty.

“I can’t—” Breathe. See. Stand. Pick one; all she could do was feel. Tyler was igniting flames of desire in so many places at once her brain couldn’t keep up.

Her breasts ached and her lips tingled… and then he found the lacy thong she’d put on earlier with him in mind.

Naked. She didn’t know how he’d managed it so quickly, but she’d lost her chemise, her lacy thong, and her mind. “Now,” she demanded, pulling him closer. “I want you naked, now.”