Part 16 (2/2)
He wasn't going to make it.
”Em.” There was really no delicate way to put the thought stampeding through his brain, but they were a bit past the pleasantries stage, so he said, ”If you don't stop, I'm not going to be able to stop.”
Emerson pulled back just far enough to look up, her eyes blazing dark blue. ”I came here because I wanted you, Hunter. All of you. I don't want you to stop.”
She parted her lips back over him before he could answer, and Hunter was lost. The pressure of her mouth and the sensual sight of her kneeling between his legs took over his senses. She sucked and stroked, bringing his restraint to the tipping point. Release drove up from the base of his spine, wicked and insistent, and he didn't fight it. Knotting his fingers in Emerson's hair, Hunter gave in, each wave of pleasure more intense than the one before it. She took all he had to give, slowly scaling back her touches until she parted from his body with a smile.
”Come here,” he grated, not waiting for her to respond before pus.h.i.+ng forward to pull her close. Emerson let out a squeak of surprise as Hunter hooked his hands around her rib cage, guiding her to standing before righting his jeans with a rough yank.
”Where are we going?” she asked, half laughter, half gasp.
But his answer was all serious. ”Right”-he paused just long enough to walk her backward to the small expanse on the wall leading to the kitchen, firmly pus.h.i.+ng her shoulders against the s.p.a.ce-”here.”
Emerson s.h.i.+vered, tiny goose b.u.mps spreading over her arms. ”Oh. You don't want to go upstairs?”
”No.” His body might need a minute to get back on track, but his brain screamed with a deep-seated urge to make her come. He didn't want to wait, not even the thirty seconds it would take for them to get upstairs. Caging her body with his, Hunter dropped his mouth to her neck, trailing a line of open-mouthed kisses over her skin.
”Hunter.” Her voice was gravel and velvet all at once, but he didn't stop the path of his lips.
”You said you wanted all of me, right?” His mouth hovered just over her breastbone, desire pumping full-bore through his body at her heavily lidded stare.
Emerson nodded. ”Yes.”
Hunter's heart sped even faster as he knelt in front of her, and Christ, he'd never seen anything so perfect. ”Then take it.” He slid his tongue up the soft line of her inner thigh for an impulsive, teasing taste. ”All of it.”
Her knees parted, and the wordless reply was all Hunter needed. Reaching out, he anch.o.r.ed one hand on Emerson's waist, using the other to palm the swell of her a.s.s. The move brought her lace-covered s.e.x directly into his line of sight, and he traced the seam of her body with one finger. Her moan drove him to repeat the glide, the fabric growing easily damp at the sweet spot directly between her thighs.
Want began regathering low in his belly, but still, Hunter focused on Emerson-the catch in her breath, the s.e.xy scent of her skin so close as he worked her over the thin cover of her panties. Keeping his grip on her waist, he let his thumb drift up to stroke her c.l.i.t, and the sound coming out of her throat nearly wrecked him.
”You like this?” Hunter pressed again, slow and deliberate.
”Yes. Please, yes.”
Emerson's hair swished over her shoulders with her nod. Reaching down, she tugged at the ribbons riding each hip, and the swath of lace fell away from her body. Her stance opened freely, revealing just enough of her s.e.x to make his c.o.c.k stir. Hunter knew he should take his time, go slowly and build up her o.r.g.a.s.m, breath by breath. But something hot and primal refused to let him, and instead, he covered her s.e.x with a relentless push of his tongue.
”Ohhhh,” Emerson moaned, tilting her hips against the spot where they joined. G.o.d, she was flawless, wet and wanting and so d.a.m.n pretty that he couldn't hold back. He kissed her with brash, bold strokes of his tongue, holding nothing back. She answered his movements with eager thrusts of her hips, her gasps filling the room. Fueled by the dark, right-now urge to make her come, Hunter released her waist to bury a finger deep inside her s.e.x.
Yes. Oh h.e.l.l yes. The cry that crossed her lips brought him all the way back to full arousal. Still, despite the fact that his c.o.c.k wanted to switch places with his mouth in the worst possible way, he didn't stop.
Emerson didn't, either. She pressed her shoulders into the wall behind her, her back bowing toward him as she chased his fingers and mouth.
”Hunter. I . . . I . . .” The wet heat of her s.e.x tightened. Hunter swept his tongue over her, once, then once again even harder, and her tremble began from deep inside. She arched up on a moan, her body clasping his finger in waves of release. Each one turned him on even more than the one before it, and he held Emerson close until she went loose against his touch.
The need pulsing through him grew into a demand so hot, he stood just long enough to guide Emerson to the floor.
Her eyes flew wide in the dusky shadows. ”You want to do this here?”
”I don't want to wait,” Hunter corrected. He grabbed his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, pausing just long enough to take out his emergency condom before letting his clothes. .h.i.t the floor. Kneeling between Emerson's knees, he rolled on the condom and ran his palms over her thighs, intent on removing the slight s.p.a.ce between them.
She beat him to the punch, though, tilting her hips forward to create a brush of intimate contact, and Hunter cut out a harsh exhale.
”Jesus, that is hot.”
”It gets hotter,” she said, repeating the seductive slide to angle her body right where he ached to be most. ”Come find out how much.”
He pushed inside of her in one swift stroke. The sweet, slick pressure of her s.e.x gripping his c.o.c.k nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. Hunter took a second to acclimate, his hands finding the flare of Emerson's hips. s.h.i.+fting to his knees, he started to move, guiding her close as he thrust slowly into her. They explored different rhythms-deep and drawn out, faster and harder-and each one dared him for more. He watched her body in the soft light, her lean inner thigh muscles flexing, the press of her berry-colored nipples against the black lacy bra that still cradled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Everything about her was wide open and sensual, so perfect that he couldn't hold back.
Hunter angled forward to take her deeper, eliminating any s.p.a.ce between them. Emerson rocked beneath him, anyway, riding his c.o.c.k with want-soaked sighs, until finally she went bowstring tight on a cry. The sight of her release sent an unexpected shot of pleasure coiling up from some deep, hidden spot in his body, and it built with speed that shocked him. Hunter clutched her hips, curling his fingers into her skin in search of more. Despite the growing intensity of his movements, Emerson stayed right there with him, thrust for thrust and moan for moan, until finally, the climax whispering through him became a shout.
”Em.” He came with a guttural exhale, his c.o.c.k buried deep in her s.e.x. For long seconds that might have been minutes or months or forever, as far as Hunter knew, they lay joined in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, with nothing between them but quiet. He left her just long enough for a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, and when he returned, he covered her shoulders with the blanket he kept draped over the back of the couch.
”Hey. You ready for that trip upstairs now?”
Emerson's lips parted in shock. ”Are you serious?”
Hunter laughed, pulling her close. She turned him on like nothing else, and he liked to think he had some moderately good stamina, but he wasn't frickin' Superman. ”Very. But I was thinking more along the lines of using the bed for its primary function. For now,” he added, because hey, he might be spent, but he was still a guy.
”Oh.” Her laughter spooled around his, and man, the sound was sweet in his ears. ”Well, with an offer that good, I suppose I can't refuse.”
Emerson linked her fingers through his, holding on tight as he led her to bed.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Emerson lay on her back, staring at the play of moonlit shadows on Hunter's ceiling. Rationally, she knew she should close her eyes and get some sleep. Although it wasn't particularly late, she was particularly tired, and the last two days-or more specifically, the last two nights-had put a major dent in her energy reserves. But every time she tried to drift off in the warm quiet of Hunter's room, her brain overrode her body, refusing to let her rest.
Just you, Hunter. Right now, all I want is you.
After the showdown with her parents, Emerson had carved a direct path to her car with every intention of double-scooping herself through some triple-fudge therapy. She got halfway back to her apartment when she realized she wasn't headed to her apartment at all.
She'd been on her way to Hunter's. She'd needed comfort, and what she'd wanted was him.
Emerson hadn't just wanted to sleep with him, although at first, she'd thought it had been exactly that-the urge to lose herself in something she knew would feel good, something that would make her forget. As soon as she'd seen him on the doorstep, though, with that crooked smile and those ridiculously blue eyes that had always been able to see everything about her, Emerson understood that what she wanted wasn't to get lost.
She'd wanted to be found.
”You look like you're having some pretty deep thoughts over there,” Hunter said, bringing her back to the room with a whisper. ”Either that or you sleep with your eyes open and I'm having a really awkward conversation with myself.”
Any vulnerability she wanted to feel at the way he'd caught her so lost in thought fell prey to the laughter bubbling up from her chest.
”No, I'm awake.”
”Penny for your thoughts.” He s.h.i.+fted to his back in the shadows so their bodies were lined up side to side, and the enticing warmth of his skin against hers put another dent in Emerson's armor.
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