Page 99 of Reputation (Tempt)
The mattress dipped behind me, Nate’s warm body coming to cradle mine. I sighed and snuggled into his arms.
“Hey,” I said with my eyes still closed. “How was filming?”
“Shh,” he hushed. “Go back to sleep.”
Now that he was here, I didn’t want to sleep. I backed into him, wiggling my ass.
“Em,” he growled. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who said I can’t finish it?” I asked, his hand already moving over my stomach. My breasts. My neck. “Unless you’re too tired.”
“Fuck no,” he rasped, and then he flipped me over and showed me just how much energy he had as we competed to outdo each other with pleasure.
CHAPTERTWENTY
Ipressed my lips to the hollow of Emerson’s throat. I was due on set in a few hours, but all I wanted was to spend the day in bed with her. This was quickly becoming a problem. My addiction to her. Myneedfor her. And not just in my bed. In my life.
“Fuck. You smell so good.” I inhaled her scent. Was it her skin, her hair, or just…her?
Whatever the cause, her scent drove me crazy. Like a field of flowers on a summer day. It was fresh and full and lush, just like her presence in my life.
“Did you just sniff me?” she asked.
“Yes.” I did it again, this time closer to her nape. She giggled. “What is that smell? It drives me crazy.”You drive me crazy.
“My perfume?” she asked as I continued kissing her skin. Using my lips to shower her with affection.
“No.” I continued my descent, kissing the tops of her breasts. Over the silk of her sleep camisole. It was so tempting to peel the fabric aside, but I wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward me. “Oh god,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
I kissed her stomach over the shirt. I was happier than I’d been in a long time, and I couldn’t imagine giving this up. Givingherup. Especially not when it felt as if I’d finally just gotten to be with her.
“My soap?” she asked as I kissed the sliver of stomach between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband of those fucking shorts.
“No.” I reveled in the feel of her skin beneath my hands. “It’s unique to you.”
“Why—ahh…” She bucked her hips when I peeled her shorts down and kissed near her hip bone. “Why do you say that?”
Because I’d smelled her shampoo, body soap, and perfume. And while they each reminded me of her, they weren’therscent. It was like the sum of them was greater than the parts, and it required her unique body chemistry to bring them to life.
“Dad!” Brooklyn called. “Emmy!”
I groaned and dropped my head to Emerson’s stomach. I thought for sure she’d sleep another hour. Or at least long enough for Emerson and me to finish what we’d started. Apparently, I was wrong.
“To be continued,” I said, wishing we didn’t have to get up.
Emerson laughed and pushed out of bed, grabbing a robe and pulling it on. “Coming,” she called to Brooklyn.
“I should probably get up,” I said, knowing I had an inbox full of emails to review. Contracts waiting for my signature.
I pushed out of bed, my cock tenting my boxer briefs. Emerson gave me a pointed look. “You shouldprobablydo something about that.”
“I was about to, if we hadn’t been interrupted.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me and letting her feel my arousal.
“Don’t tease me, Nate.” But she was the one rocking her hips against me.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”