Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta #2) - Logan Chance Page 0,25

of her ass. She leaps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me, pushing into my erection, while groaning into my mouth. I spin us around because I need my hands for all the exploring I plan on doing. Emma arches into me when I set her on the counter, not wanting to break our connection.

I kiss down her neck, breathing her in, drowning in her intoxicating scent. My tongue snakes out, tasting her, feeling the pulse in her neck beat erratically. I nip her collarbone making my way down to her tits, needing more than anything to taste them too.

Emma tugs through my hair, giving a hiss when I suck a nipple through her thin tank top.

“Please don’t stop.” Her plea hits me in the gut, spreading down until it reaches my toes. She wants this just as much as I do. The satisfaction of knowing I’m breaking down her defenses urges me on.

I switch to the other nipple. I bury my face in her breast, suckling on them, not getting enough.

Needing more.

My hand slides up her smooth legs until I reach the hem of her shorts. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric, making me want to feel all of her.

Emma spreads her legs more, giving me access. I smile at her boldness, but not wanting to waste any time, I dip my finger inside. Her shorts are tighter than I thought they were and keep me from entering her completely. She sees my dilemma and helps me out when she slides to the edge of the counter.

I can’t help but stare. She’s a goddess. Her hair falls out of the bun. Blonde messy strands frame her face. Her lips are swollen and parted as she sucks in air.

“You’re beautiful,” I say as I move closer to her and push one finger deep inside her.

Her eyes stay on mine as I stroke in and out. My thumb snakes its way in and circles her clit. Emma’s eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t close them as she keeps her full focus on me.

I can’t help it, I lean over and kiss her deeply, letting my tongue mimic my fingers.

They’re coated with her, letting me slip deeper inside her.

Emma’s fingers claw at my back, her mouth is all over mine in frantic movements. I know she’s close to coming all over my hand, and as much as I want to draw this out, I can’t deny her.

My fingers pump faster, putting more pressure on her clit, getting her to where her body is begging to be. Emma stiffens as I lock onto her mouth, swallowing her cries. Her orgasm explodes through her and she grabs onto me tighter, her legs wrapped around me.

When her body goes limp, I pull my hand out of her shorts as I hug her tightly not wanting to let her go. Our foreheads meet as we both try to regain our breath. The sound of the sliding glass door opening keeps us from talking about what just happened.

“Mommy.”

I help Emma off the counter with a smirk when she leans against it for support. Not wanting Felicity to see my erection I pop open the fridge, bending over and urge it to go down.

“What is it baby?” Emma asks when Felicity comes running into the kitchen.

“The superheroes said we can have a barbeque for lunch.”

Finally having my dick under control, I stand up closing the fridge without taking anything out. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Emma blushes when I look at her, but she doesn’t shy away from me when I crowd in next to her. I was afraid she would close herself off when she thinks about what just happened. And having her come over for lunch might keep her from convincing herself what we did was a mistake.

If she even feels that way at all.

“Well we better go tell Grandma.” Emma says as Felicity spins around the kitchen.

“Yes,” Felicity says, beaming at my brothers and Clara, who make their way into the kitchen.

“I’ll walk you two home.” I avoid everyone when I walk Emma and Felicity out of the kitchen.

I’m not in the mood to answer any of the questions I know they must have.

“Thank you for walking us home.”

Felicity runs into the house to tell her grandmother about the barbeque, leaving Emma and I standing on the porch.

“I like walking you to your house.”

“Oh yeah, and why is that?” God, she’s even prettier than she was last night. It’s like every