Chapter Thirty-Two
Warm, damp male. Her nose transmitted this information to her brain before she ever opened her eyes. Emma snuggled deeper into the soft folds of the plaid, curling her body closer around the softly snoring inferno pressed against her chest. She opened her eyes to an ebony mass of curls tucked beneath her chin.
He couldn’t be comfortable in that position, sitting in the floor, propped against the couch with a protective arm curled around her. Emma tried wriggling an arm out from under the plaid but quickly discovered the weight of Torin’s arm had the blanket pinned. Sinking back into the over-stuffed cushions of the couch, she created enough of a gap to free her hand and sink her fingers into the silkiness of his hair. Tempting masculine musk steamed her senses, stirring a raging heat through her body. Emma might’ve been freezing when they’d first arrived home, but she wasn’t cold now.
He stirred a bit, shifting his head to what must’ve been a more comfortable spot between her breasts. The rock hardness of his arm flexed then relaxed, his fingers spread between her shoulder blades as though he subconsciously checked to ensure he still held her.
Emma combed her one free hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Torin’s arm flexed again. This time his hand didn’t relax and his fingers stroked their way to the nape of her neck.
Torin lifted his face to hers, seeking the sweetness of her mouth. The warm, wet welcome of her parted lips told him more than words ever could. Savoring the flavor of her delicious mouth, he nuzzled his way down the curve of her jaw. His mouth hungered for the silk of her throat. He longed to enjoy the creamy softness of her breasts. Torin inhaled, trapped in sensual delirium as he reveled in the heat of her need.
Emma buried both hands in his hair, arching her back as she pressed her breasts to his face. Her petal-pink nipples tightened and strained toward him, begging for his mouth. He took a slow teasing taste of the luscious nubs, first licking around them in purposeful, tantalizing circles before suckling them into his mouth.
Emma moaned. Her breath came in rapid short gasps as she kicked the plaid onto the floor. Torin raised his head, smiling down at her as he slid his arms beneath her body and lifted her off the couch. “Agreed. There’s much more room on the floor.”
Lowering her beneath him, he slid a hand down the silk of her belly and found the delightful wet warmth waiting for him between her thighs. “Ah, lass. I’ve missed ye too,” he purred as he slid a finger inside her.
Emma arched against the teasing rhythm of his hand, moaning as she pulled his head down to hers. Opening her mouth, she welcomed his tongue with greedy urgency, her appreciative purrs vibrating against his lips. She raked her nails down his back as he buried another finger in her depths. Torin ached to lose himself in the delights of her body but he needed her to yearn for him just as badly. With the ball of his thumb, he teased her swollen nub while gyrating his fingers deeper into her wetness with a tantalizing rhythm. Emma squirmed, climbing her legs around his body with desperate hungry thrusts.
Placing a hand on either side of Torin’s face, Emma pushed him away with a gasp against his lips. “I’ve got to have you inside me, Torin. You’re driving me insane.”
“Whatever ye wish, my lovely lass. I shall always do whatever ye wish.”