I Moaned At His Touch

Pleasurable? "Emmy," he says again, and I hear the impatience in his voice. "You have exactly five seconds to do what I'm telling you."

He waits, and I can almost hear him counting in his head. I'm counting too, and when I get to four, I get up.

  "Good girl," he says softly, touching my face again, and brushing my hair back over my shoulders.

I moaned at his touch. I can't look at him, so I keep my eyes down.

He apparently objects to that, because he tilts my chin up until I have no choice but to meet his gaze with my own.

His eyes are dark in this light. He's so close to me that I can feel the heat coming off his body. It feels good because I'm cold. Naked and cold.

Suddenly, he reaches for me, bending down. Before I can get really, he slides one arm around my back and another under my knees.

Then he lifts me effortlessly in his arms and carries me to the bed.