He chuckled when she made the little yelp, keeping that hand resting on her ass because of it as he leaned in for another kiss, this one slower and longer as he savored the taste of her in between words. But then she moved her lips to his chest, leaving a trail of heat where she pressed them.
"I'm fantastic at multitasking," Emerson mused, running his free hand up and down her side like it was drinking in every inch of flesh it touched. "And I never considered myself a religious man, but suddenly I feel the compulsion to worship frequently."