He was going down on his knees, and she strongly suspected he wasn’t down there to pick up the errant loofah. Emma reminded herself to breathe. Then she reminded herself to stop reminding herself of things and for once in her freaking life to just close her eyes and enjoy something. It was easier than she would have thought. After the initial shock and knee-jerk awkwardness of realizing she was very naked, her most intimate hills and valleys bared to Kyle, she relaxed, her hands on his shoulders for balance. First he lifted one foot and then the other to divest her of the paint-plastered panties. His hand slid back up her leg as his mouth pressed a kiss on the slope where her hip and thigh met. Okay, she wasn’t going to lie. That felt good. His touch was sensual, slow, not greedy, his tongue starting an erotic path right in the direction of her clitoris. If he had tossed her against a wall and dived in, she probably wouldn’t have enjoyed herself.
