Emma opened her eyes slowly, drowsily, sexily.
Derek smiled down at her, touched his finger gently to her swollen lips, caressed it for a little second, before replacing the finger with his lips. A peck, and another.
She blinked to bring him into focus. Her body was locked with his; she could feel him, thick and heavy, buried deep within the tightness of her core.
His smile was lazy and sated, his blue eyes holding masculine satisfaction that he had done so much more than simply please her. He looked as if he might start purring over his own prowess.
Emma found her smile hovering too close to the surface.
He was moving again with slow, languid strokes that kept heat scorching her body, keeping her nipples pressing into the muscles of his chest. The flickering lights of the dim bulb illuminated the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. His long hair was slightly damp, falling around his face, lending him the look of a pirate.
