A New York Secret

Chapter Seventy-Nine

James smiled softly at Emily and wrapped his arm around her. When the car parked in front of the tower, James climbed out and went around to open Emily's door for her.

"Thank you, James," Emily said sweetly as she took his hand to get out of the car. She smiled at him as they turned and walked inside and quickly into the elevator.

James pressed the button for their floor, trying to hide how eager he was. When the door opened again, he walked to the apartment with Emily, but let her unlock the door as he didn't have his own key yet.

Emily hummed to herself as she turned the key in the lock before opening the door and letting James step inside before following him and closing it behind her. When she turned to face him again, her mouth went dry. She could see the lust in his eyes.

James gave Emily a little grin before stepping closer and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He let his hands trail down her sides, then back up to cup her breasts.

She squeaked slightly before her voice changed to a moan. Emily rested her hands on his hips, gripping at the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back. James gave a soft moan in reply as he pressed his tongue against her lips to ask for entrance. He moved his hands down again until he found the hem of her shirt, slipping his hands beneath the fabric.

Emily opened her mouth, instantly feeling his tongue glide against hers. She wound her hands into his hair, letting him push her shirt up so he would have more access to her skin.

James ended the kiss after a minute so he could fully remove her shirt. "We can move to the bedroom if you want. If you're sure about this."

She ran her hands up his chest and gave him a soft smile. "Lead the way."

With a smirk, James picked Emily up and helped her wrap her legs around his waist so he could carry her to the bedroom. "I like this better." He muttered before laying her on the bed.

Emily giggled as she stayed wrapped around his body. "I do too."

"Have you decided on any limits yet?" James asked, wanting to know what all he might be able to do.

"If I don't like something, I will let you know," she assured him. Emily cupped the side of his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. I cannot believe how devoted this man is about me. He's more than I could even begin to ask for.

"That sounds fair." James agreed. He pressed his hips down, letting her feel his arousal between her legs. He barely moved her as he slid his hand under her back and unclipped her bra.

Emily gasped and pushed upward against him as she helped him remove her bra before tossing it towards the floor. Then she reached up to help him remove his shirt and toss it to the floor as well.

"I can lose the pants whenever you're ready." James told Emily. Leaning down, he pressed a trail of kisses down her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her pants.

"Mmm... your lips are warm," she sighed, reaching to grip onto his hair. James kissed his way back up to her lips and gave her a heated kiss while pressing his hips into her again. Emily moaned into his mouth, opening it to feel his tongue glide against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist before pushing him downward with her heels, wanting more friction.

"Are you ready for me to lose the pants?" James asked, letting his lips brush against hers. He tilted his head to kiss her neck and down to her shoulder.

"Yes," She answered with a sigh, tilting her head back to allow him to reach more of her skin.

James reached between them and undid the button and zipper on his jeans, then managed to shimmy out of them and kick them aside. When he pressed his hips down again, only his underwear covered him, so the near direct contact made him groan with desire.