Chapter Twelve
Emma gave a questioning little moan and opened up for him, accepting him without hesitation. He slid his tongue in, delighted with her response as always. Delighted with her.
He brought his hand up to her cheek, then slid it to her shoulder, gently urging her to her back while deepening the kiss. She threaded her fingers through his hair, though she didn’t grip. It wasn’t her strength that held him to her, but her sweetness. Not that he had plans to leave the warmth of her mouth right away.
He slid his hand down her body, urging her to stretch out. She did so eagerly and he knew she expected him to stretch out on top of her. Instead, he threaded his right hand through her hair and brought his left hand to her breast, watching out of the corner of his eye to make sure Toby
