The Buchanan’s Redemption (Buchanan Brothers #8)(24)
Author: Alexx Andria

“Nonsense,” he disagreed, shocking her when he pulled her into his lap. “There is nothing embarrassing about satisfying one’s desire. Haven’t your lovers brought you to climax before?”

She looked away, biting her lip. “Um, not like that.”

“Did you like it?” he asked gently, completely enchanted with the soft and vulnerable expression on her face, knowing she was anything but soft. He snagged her chin when she refused to look at him. He shared in a low husky tone, “I liked it very much and I will do it again…very soon.”

Emma’s breath caught and he captured her lips, wanting her to smell herself on his lips. In Vince’s opinion, there was nothing more sensual than the smell of a woman’s musk and Emma’s scent in particular drove him wild. Vince sensed beneath that prim exterior was a passionate woman dying to live life to its fullest. The fact that she buttoned herself down to satisfy some sense of forced responsibility made him want to tear down every wall and introduce her to untold pleasures. When he pulled away they were both breathless and nearly tearing at each other’s clothing but before they could get very far, the Towncar stopped and Vince all but jerked Emma from the car and rushed her to the penthouse elevator. The second the doors closed, he was at her again, needing to taste every inch of her skin before the night was through. Don’t think, just feel, he told himself. Emma hopped into his arms, her dress hiked up to her hips, exposing the sweet ass that he couldn’t wait to slap as he pounded into her tight body, and he carried her through the door, slamming it shut behind him with his foot.

They reached the bedroom and he set her down. “Dress off. Now.” It was all he could do to utter the words, his throat was strangled with the need to fuck her senseless. She fumbled with the zipper and with a growl, he turned her over and relieved her of the dress with a jerk. She gasped and went to roll from her belly to her back but he was on her before she could finish the rotation. “Not so fast. I like you right like this,” he said against her ear. He loved the vulnerability of a woman on her belly, her soft, feminine parts, lifted for his perusal. Fucking a woman doggy-style was his favorite and he was nearly shaking with his desire to have Emma that way. He divested himself of his own clothing and palmed his thick, swollen cock. “On your hands and knees, little dove,” he instructed and she rose, looking back at him, her gaze going straight to his cock. “Do you like what you see?” he asked. Her cheeks burned brighter but she nodded. “Say it. Tell me you want my cock,” he said, going to her, bracketing her hips with his hands, his mouth going dry at the lovely sight until he saw the bruises someone else had left on her smooth skin. He would make that bastard pay for daring to mar Emma’s body. He would rip the fucker’s head clean from his shoulders if he got the chance. Vince rubbed the cleft where his mouth had been only moments prior and gently inserted his finger but the moment he pressed, she yelped and collapsed on her stomach with a shudder, clenching her legs shut.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, scrambling to a sitting position, her eyes glazed with more than arousal. “I can’t.”

And he knew why. She started to babble an explanation but he didn’t need one and immediately shooshed her, instead pulled her close, more intent on calming her than anything else. His heart beat with the urge to commit murder at seeing Emma react like that because of what had happened. Emma buried her face against him. “I want to,” she said, almost mournfully. “But the minute you touched me like that…it reminded me of what he’d done to me without my consent. I’m sorry…”

“There’s no need to apologize,” he said gruffly. “It’s understandable.”

He should’ve been pissed at being denied. Vince had never suffered a rejection of this kind without finding an immediate alternative outlet but he felt no desire to fuck anyone but Emma. Emma intrigued him, he told himself when an alarm sounded. How could he not be? She was a contradiction in all things: smart yet reckless; sexy yet naïve; and defiant yet vulnerable — all wrapped up in the hottest body he’d ever seen.

And her eyes were pretty spectacular, too. Not that he was the kind of guy who waxed poetically about a woman’s eye color. But, yeah, Emma was hot in all sorts of ways.

Vince was not a patient man but he found himself willing to wait for Emma to be ready. For the moment, anyway.

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Emma felt hot and scratchy and wretched. She’d been fully prepared to let Vince ruin her for the night and then, suddenly everything had been really ruined by her unexpected reaction. It’d just been Vince’s finger yet suddenly, she’d been right back in that cursed dungeon being beaten and violated by a stranger and every hot, slippery feeling in her downstairs area had evaporated, leaving her crying and trying to get away from the man who’d given her the single most amazing orgasm she’d ever experienced.

How embarrassing.

“Where did you learn how to do that,” she asked, when both their breathing had calmed and they were simply lying in each other’s arms (and yes, she was tripping a little at that even but she really liked it just the same.) “I mean, you must’ve done that a lot of times to get that good.”

He shrugged. “Practice does make perfect.”

“So modest. Do I want to know how many women you’ve…you know.”

“No.”

“Dumb question,” she muttered to herself, then added. “Well, I really liked it. I guess I never had it done well enough to know what I was missing.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest and she smiled. “So you mean to tell me that none of your beta boys liked eating pussy?”

“I don’t know if they liked it or not but they weren’t very good at it. I think I told myself that I didn’t like it much to spare their feelings so they didn’t feel inadequate.”

“And what do you think about it now?”

“I think I don’t want to go back to not having it,” she admitted, adding sheepishly. “When do you think you might want to do it again? Just the oral part, I mean.”

He stilled and she thought perhaps she’d inadvertently offended him. He rose above her, his gaze finding hers in the dim moonlit room and what she saw made her breath squeeze from her lungs. He was so powerful, so virile — and yet, when it had mattered — so gentle. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he said.