Part 16 (1/2)

She finished signing them in and walked to him, jingling the room keys in triumph. ”The Treasure Room. I have no idea what that means, but it's ours!” She hopped slightly, her eyes alight, and took his hand. ”It's upstairs,” she informed him, leading the way through the knick-knack stuffed hallway and up the pinewood stairs.

He resisted the urge to grab her as they ascended the staircase.

But when they reached the doorway he could resist no longer. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he pressed himself hungrily against her as she fiddled with the key.

”You saved me back there,” he rasped, slipping his hands underneath her s.h.i.+rt to caress the soft skin of her belly. ”I owe you.”

She leaned back into him, lifting her arms to pull his head down to her level. ”You saved me,” she murmured into his ear and the puff of warm breath against his lobe sent a s.h.i.+ver straight down to his core. His need rose with frantic urgency and he slammed the door open in haste.

He walked her into the room, not letting her go, pus.h.i.+ng her closer and closer to the four poster bed that dominated the small, antique strewn bedroom. ”I heard you tell them you were my girl,” he continued. They b.u.mped into the bed and he turned her to face him.

”Am I?” Her eyes were alight with a different kind of excitement.

He pushed her lightly backwards and she landed on the bed with her arms flung out. Her blonde hair pooled in a halo around her head. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

”Yeah,” he choked. ”You're my girl.”

Chapter 28.

Emmy His lips crashed into mine, robbing me of my breath and my ability to speak. Then just as quickly he pulled back up to stand above me. I watched him watch me, devouring me with his eyes. The wonder and desire in them was something I had never seen before.

He reached for the waistband of my jeans. In two tugs he had them down over my hips. I lifted them obligingly, though my breath caught in my throat. I waited for him to strip down and take me.

Instead he knelt at the side of the bed and pulled me closer. ”Wait,” I gasped as I felt his breath on my thigh.

He looked up expectantly, but he didn't move away. My heart thudded in my ears and I felt flames against my cheeks. ”I'm not, I'm not used to that.”

His lopsided grin nearly knocked me backwards. ”Then baby girl, you're gonna have to get used to it.”

I sucked in my breath as he s.h.i.+mmied my panties down. I squeezed my eyes shut, unwilling to see him kneel down there; his head nestled between my thighs. I felt him there instead as he traced a line of kisses up the path of my inner thigh, closer and closer. I gripped the sheets, frozen in place.

Then I felt his cool breath as it met the moist heat of my center. I bit my lip, expecting the pain to flare to life. But he seemed to know my exact limit. I gasped when his tongue parted my folds, finding that place, tasting me tentatively. Each little lick melted me further. He moved slowly, at first, letting me relax into a rhythm. I,felt the answering downward rush as his tongue coaxed small cries from my lips. Boldly, I put my hands on his head, telling him exactly where to stay. He grinned up at me from between my legs, his dimple s.h.i.+ning wetly.

”That's it,” he smiled.

”Come up here,” I begged, cupping his face.

He dove for me with a wicked grin that made me laugh until his lips covered mine. When I tasted myself on his tongue, my cheeks flamed in embarra.s.sment, but the flame in my belly snuffed it out. I snaked my hand up his chest, tugging at his s.h.i.+rt. He ripped it off and my lips tasted the smoothness of his skin. His fingers found the clasp of my bra. Yanking my s.h.i.+rt over my head, I allowed him to fling it away, exposing my pink nipples to his waiting mouth. When his tongue curled around the tender peak, I moaned long and low.

”I want you,” I grimaced, squirming as his tongue sent hot sparks down my spine.

He exhaled forcefully. ”f.u.c.k, I've wanted you since I saw you in that bar,” he groaned.

His fingers found my sensitive folds again and began dancing skillfully. I arched to meet him, forgetting myself as my hand closed around the hardened bulge of his need.

”When I didn't think I could have you...” his lips trailed down the center of my belly, each touch searing my flesh anew. ”f.u.c.k,” he finished, unable to speak anymore once his tongue found my center.

I cried out again, yearning and desperate, but his tongue showed me no mercy. My hands sought and found that bulge again. Somehow my clumsy fingers were able to free the object of my desire and began to move up and down the length of him. His breath hitched and he lost the rhythm of his tongue. I grinned at my power. He pressed his hips forward, moving in my hand, and I s.h.i.+mmied myself forward.

He stood up and I lifted my hips to meet his, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him inside of me. He slid in almost by accident, and I gasped at the sudden fullness.

He pulled back. ”Are you okay?” he asked, concern creasing his brow.

My heart sang. I lifted myself to meet his lips, smelling myself on him.

”Don't stop,” I whispered. He growled in return, thrusting deep inside of me, and our bodies began to move as one. With each thrust, he kissed me again and again, his hands everywhere at once.

”J.!” I cried, burying my face into his neck and clutching him to me. His hard, muscled chest crushed me beneath its weight, choking the cries of ecstasy his skillful hips elicited. The escalating pressure suddenly broke free and I shook like a leaf from the uncontrollable spasms of my very first o.r.g.a.s.m. The shock sent my eyes flying open in surprise and I burst out laughing in relief and delight.

He paused to look at me beneath him, his brow furrowed as peals of laughter shook from me even as tears gathered in my eyes. ”Emmy?”

How could I explain? How could I tell him that this was the first time this was good? How could I make him understand how much his he had fixed with only his touch and attention? What would make him understand the significance of what he had just done?

Speak your truth, his voice inside my head spoke clearly. So I did. ”I've never done that before. From s.e.x.” I lifted my lips to his, ”You're the first time this has been good for me.”

My words seem to light a spark behind his eyes.

”It can be even better,” he growled. He snaked his hands under me and rolled over on the bed so that I was on top of him. I looked down at my soft body above his hardened physique, my white skin against his dark, and for once in my life I only saw beauty.

He saw it too. He closed his huge hands around my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then smoothed them down the curve of my waist to rest on my hips. ”Move for me, baby girl,” he panted.

It was a new sensation to be in control. I swirled my hips above him, feeling him everywhere inside of me. Rocking forward, I felt the delicious pressure against my nub. I wanted more.

”That's it,” he hissed, moving beneath me. I closed my eyes, blind to anything but the building sensations that swirled around and around my body. He surged upward, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me down to him. ”That's it,” he moaned in my ear. I screamed as I broke open again, his breath on my earlobe sending me back over the edge, a gentler ride this time. I clung to him, holding him close to me, savoring the merging of our bodies.

I could feel the twitching of his thigh muscles. ”Emmy, I'm going to...” he warned, but I held him in place.

”Go,” I whispered, not caring about anything else but the pleasure on his face. He bent his head to my neck, burying his face into my hair, and groaned out his release, a low sound in my ear that vibrated my whole body like a plucked guitar string.

I don't know how long we lay there. It was at least as long as it took for our breath to slow and steady and sync up. His heart beat against my chest, slowing and slowing into a strong, steady beat that matched my own. He rolled me the side and we lay there looking at the ceiling, not saying a word.

”J.?” I rolled over to him and looked at him. I had never seen his face so relaxed before. It was like seeing him for the first time. I turned my face upward and looked at his cheek. His beard was coming in, the dark hairs gleaming in the shaft of angled light from the window. The sun was setting on this day.

”Emmy,” he breathed, and for him it wasn't a question. He closed his eyes, his mouth twitching.

”Hold me J.?” I asked him. ”Come under the covers and hold your girl.”

When I settled against his chest, his breath was already coming smooth and regular as I adjusted the blankets. I traced the swirls and spirals of the stubble along his jaw as my man slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 29.