CHAPTER 39 (2)
I’m already hard for her. On a growl, I catch the backs of her thighs so she falls back on the mattress, and I follow her down. My mouth drops to her waist, and I lift the hem of her shirt, pressing kisses against her hip at the edge of her panties. I kiss my way up her rib cage. When I can’t go any farther, I grasp the hem of her shirt and tug it over her head. I take in every inch of flushed skin. I’m going to memorize the scent of her, the taste. I’m going to touch her until it’s what she expects, until every second I’m not touching her, she’s looking for me. When I drop my mouth to her breast and suck, the way she fucking bows against my mouth says I’m on the right path. I tease her for as long as we both can take it. Her hands are in my hair, dragging me closer, a demanding contrast to her soft floral scent and warm skin. She’s sweet and greedy, vulnerable and unconquerable. I’m going to fuck this girl until she’s ruined for anyone else. My fingers slip between her legs, rubbing the panel of her panties. It’s soaked. “Oh shit, Timothy.” My mouth is at her ear, my body flush with hers so I can absorb every shiver, every shudder, every muscle straining to get closer. “Say it again.” “Timothy.” I shove two fingers under her panties and press them inside her heat. Emily’s head falls back on the pillow, her damp hair fanned across the white sheets. She’s my mermaid, my siren, the woman whose call I’ll answer when I’m dead. “I see you, Six,” I mutter as I stroke her, finding that spot inside that makes her gasp. “I don’t care where you’re going as long as I go with you.” When I rub a circle over her clit, she says my name as if she’s trying to finish a marathon and I’m the only hope of getting her through. Her nails dig into my biceps hard enough to leave marks. Her touch grazes my abs above my jeans, her gaze meeting mine from under her half-lowered lashes. The sound of my zipper and the brush of her fingers against my cock through my boxer briefs is a warning. She’s writhing and panting with every stroke, and when she wraps her hand around my cock, I swear she gets wetter. My abs clench, and I’m leaking all over her. I want her hands, her lips, her pussy—all of it, a never-ending carousel until we’re both dizzy and spent. But there’s something I need first. Her breath is a shallow pant, and my teeth find her earlobe, tugging hard enough she shakes “Come for me.” I growl the words, and she responds, her body bowing up, her hips grinding and squeezing on my fingers. Forget music. Her orgasm is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever experienced. She comes down, and I stand up off the bed, stripping out of my clothes before getting a condom from my wallet. I start to roll it on, but she reaches for my wrist. “I’m on the pill.” Her mouth sets in a firm line as the seriousness of this slams into me. I’ve thought about how it would feel to have nothing between us but only in a fantasy kind of way, like I’ve thought about fucking her in her pool in Dallas, her skin slippery from the water, or on top of the piano in a rehearsal room at Vanier, her legs spread so wide I can see six octaves between her calves. My chest tightens. “I’ve never gone without.” Her hands cup my face. “We don’t have to. But I’d like to, if you would.” “Why?” The word is hoarse, barely audible. A breath trembles out of her lips, but she continues. “Because I love you and I want to be so close to you it’s impossible to tell where you end and I start. Because I want you to come inside me, for you to know that some part of you is in me... even though I know you always have been.” If she was planning to say something else, I’ll never know because I cut her off. I claim her lips with mine because I have to kiss her when she talks like that. I’m a thousand feet tall—and harder than I can remember being—when I position myself against her entrance, where she’s so wet from my touch, every easy slide of my cock on her skin a filthy promise of what’s to come. Right there with you, Six. I memorize how she looks, feels, sounds, smells. Her fingers dig into my ass as I lower over her, our lips brushing. “You know something?” I murmur. “You’re the only person who’s ever made me want to believe.” Her voice is rough at the edges. “You’re the only person I’ve never stopped believing in.” Those words break me. I slide home, swallowing her cry as she takes every inch of me. She feels so good—better than I dreamed. This girl is everything. My past, my future. The home I never knew. I’ll bury myself so deep she’ll never get me out. I nudge us into a rhythm, but her body’s greedy, barely letting me pull back so I can give us both the pleasure of stroking back in. We’re a tangle of need and feelings and sweat and hope. I’m torn between the need to draw this out for fucking hours and the drive to see how many times I can claim her before we leave this bed. When my hand slides between us to find her clit, she gasps, eyes flying wide. I draw nearly out of her, darkly thrilled by her moan of protest. When I speak, my voice is a rasp. “I…” I press back inside on a long stroke, only to pull out. “Dream.” Again. “Of.” Again. “This.” Emily comes, and the feeling of her gripping me drags me there too. She shakes in my arms, and I hold her tight, knowing nothing in life has ever felt this good… and for the first time, believing it’s possible to keep feeling this way.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
