Emily's hand followed the path of her eyes past his belly button. His large erection extended up from the patch of hair between his thighs. She touched hard silky flesh, this amazing part of him, completely different from her. He expelled a low growl and her eyes snapped to his.
"I don't have one of these," she said with soft wonder.
"Oh God," he groaned.
"God?"
"God has nothing to do with this," was his tight response. "It's a figure of speech. When you touch me this way, it feels like the most incredible thing on this planet but it leads to other amazing things and now is not the time."
"What if I want it to be the time?"
"I am most definitely not going to survive this." Gently, he unlocked her fingers and moved her hands to his chest. "Your body was made to receive mine." His hand
