Love Sex & Other Games: Part 2 Read Online Free Page A

lot of working up last night and no follow through. One of us needs to handle business.”
    What. The. Fuck.
    Oh, it’s on.
    Motherfuckin’ challenge accepted.
    I pounce before she even knows what’s happening, grabbing her under the thighs and tipping her backward. I follow right over, holding myself above her. “You could test the patience of a saint, you know that?” I say, but I don’t give her time to reply. I push my lips against hers, using the pressure to coax her open. And then I do exactly what I wanted to do last night. I touch her.
    I slide her tank top up, revealing an inch of skin at a time until I hit the swell of her breasts. Her skin is like silk under my hands and I think I’d be happy spending the rest of my life doing just this. Yet I want more. So much more. I dip my head, circling my tongue around her belly button before trailing it upward. I don’t know how much follow through Em is looking for, but I have full intentions of making her come.
    Slowly, I hook my index finger into her shirt, lifting it over her head. She’s beautifully exposed, no bra constricting my view. And she’s beautiful. I flick my gaze up to her face, watching her as I brush my thumb over her tightened nipple. Her breath hitches as she keeps her eyes on my hand touching her. I cup her and lower my head. I repeat the movement, this time with my tongue and she arches off the bed.
    Fuck. I nearly come in my pants. This woman is so damn perfect for me.
    Her fingers curl into my hair as I suck on her. I rest all my weight onto my elbow, and slide my other hand down, skimming the waist of her pajama pants.
    I linger here for longer than I normally would. I can’t tell you why. Maybe I’m letting the anticipation build. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe it’s both. That angel and devil still twisting me up.
    Em’s hand covers mine. My eyes flit up, meeting hers as she pushes my fingers past her pants and into her panties. I groan against her breast. She’s soft, like velvet. Warm. And so wet.
    She returns my moan as I slide my finger through her folds. There’s no coming back from this. I knew when she left my place last night it would change everything. I had no idea how. I had no idea this would be the result. And now that I understand what this is like, how good it feels, I will never be able to settle for less.
    I slip inside, just one finger, pressing up, then swirling around. Then I add another as I caress her clit with my thumb. She bends off the bed again. I find her mouth and swallow her whimper of pleasure.
    Em drops her hands, one fisting the sheet, the other stroking me over my sweats. My hips thrust into her palm and it’s all the encouragement she needs. She jerks and tugs until my waistband is at my hips and I’m beyond trying to be the nice guy. I want this— her —so damn bad. She slithers into my boxer briefs, taking me in her hand.
    I growl, pressing harder against her clit, moving my fingers faster. We both cry out. She begins to pump me. My balls draw up tight. I’m on the verge of becoming a one-pump chump—just from her hand. I can’t fathom what it would be like to be inside her.
    That thought undoes me.
    My gut clenches, my toes curl. I need her to come before me. She has to. I’m not that guy. Ladies first.
    “Em,” I plead, my voice rough, like I swallowed sandpaper.
    “Cooper,” she moans. “I’m going to—”
    I’ve watched quite a few women come. I’ve made quite a few women come. But this, watching Emerson consumed with pleasure as I find my own release, is the single most erotic moment of my life.
    I shoot my load half into her hand, half onto her hip. Maybe a little on the comforter. Oops.
    Em doesn’t seem to care in the least, so I collapse to my side by her, allowing my heart to slow, but I keep my hand inside her panties, not quite ready to stop touching her.
    “Wow. That’s so much more fun when someone else is responsible for your orgasm,” she pants.
    I shift my head