“No, never, it’s just… It’s been three years.”
What was he getting at? “I know that.”
“So I might not—” He shook his head, catching his breath. “Just bear with me if I’m a little rusty, okay?”
The relief that he wasn’t running again was crushing, but more than that, my heart hurt for him that he felt the need to explain himself.
“This isn’t about me, Emmett,” I said, sliding my hands up his arms because I simply couldn’t help myself when he looked so unsure. Even though this was my wildest dream coming true, at the end of the day, this was meant to help him, and that was it. I cupped his jaw with my hands. “This is about you.”
He started doing that back-and-forth thing on my ribs with his thumbs again, making it hard to focus on anything. “No. I’m not that kind of guy. I want you to enjoy this, too.”
A dry laugh shot out of me. “If you felt how wet I am right now, you wouldn’t be saying that.”
His grip tightened a fraction, and my laughter died. “You soaked for me, Delilah?” He looked a little smug, and it was fucking hot.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I whispered. The fact that I strung together a coherent thought like that right now with the way he was looking at me was a miracle.
My breath caught when he reached between us, popping the button to my jeans—there was no fumbling there. His gaze stayed locked on mine the entire time, and I was entranced. I bit my lip when his hand slid past my panties, shuddering at the feel of his fingers sliding along my pussy. His attention darted all over my face, taking in every detail as his hand surged forward, meeting little resistance as he slipped two fingers inside me, knuckle deep.
My jaw dropped with a shaky inhale. I whimpered, gripping his shoulders.
“So goddamn tight,” he panted, moving his fingers in and out slowly. “Can’t fucking wait to stuff you full of my cock.” My mind spun out, not expecting him to be a dirty talker. I just assumed he was the silent type with contained grunts and nothing more.
My pussy fluttered around his fingers, and he smiled smugly, likely feeling it too. “Do it,” I whined. “Now. I want it now.” I wanted to be full of him more than I wanted my next breath.
“Come on my fingers first.” I lowered my mouth to his, gripping his hair at the root while I rode his hand. Little whimpers and moans tumbled past my lips, and he devoured them all with his perfect, beautiful mouth.
His fingers curled back towards him, and I flew up onto my knees. Gasping as he hit that spot that made me feel like I was unraveling at the seams. “Yes. Fuck, yes, right there!” I cried out, my head hung back towards the ceiling.
“Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous all needy like this,” he said with wonder thick in his voice. “Can’t decide if I wanna kiss you all over or keep watching you.”
Pressure coiled low in my belly, tightening with every move he made. His shirt wrinkled beneath my grip, his fingers unrelenting. “Just don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckled low and deep and lowered his mouth to my body, peppering kisses along my chest and neck. It was sensation overload. The pounding of my heart, the heat burning between us, his touch—it was too much. My vision tunneled until Emmett was all I saw, all I felt. Him and the way he made me feel. God, the way I loved him… With every fiber of my fucking being, I loved him.
“Emmett—oh God, you’re gonna make me come.” The pressure detonated inside me, ripping me apart until all that was left was him. He groaned, wrapping his mouth around my nipple, his other hand firmly clasped around the back of my neck to keep me rooted in place.
I sagged into him, boneless, and breathing hard. He lowered me back to the bed gently, and a hollow ache hit me the second his fingers left my body. I watched in a daze as he sucked them clean. His eyes rolled shut, only to open again with a hunger that made my breath catch in the back of my throat.
“Sweet as fucking sugar,” he rasped, his voice a low, grating rumble in the back of his throat. “Just like the rest of you.”
My body jostled on the bed as he yanked my jeans and panties down. When the last of my clothes hit the ground with a thud and Emmett knelt over me like a god, it hit me: I was spread out naked in front of the love of my life, and he had no idea how much he meant to me.
He swallowed roughly, breathless, looking at me as if each new part he discovered was better than the last. “Can’t believe I’ve never noticed just how beautiful you are, sugar.”
The compliment, his voice, the fact that he’d given me a pet name had me momentarily stunned. I hadn’t expected to like it as much as I did. I was complimented by men all the time, andyet, it never meant much to me. I already knew all the things they’d say. But hearing it from Emmett felt like hearing it for the first time, and I truly felt beautiful.
My mouth went bone dry when he slid his shirt off, golden curls bouncing beneath the shift of fabric. I’d seen him shirtless plenty, but never in this context. He was like something out of a dream. Like every fantasy I’d ever had and could ever have rolled into one. His dick was straining against his jeans, hard as fucking granite. I wanted every single thick inch buried inside me, and I was getting sick of waiting.
He leaned down, pressing delicate kisses up my leg until he was settled on top of me, my leg slung over his shoulder. He smelled like his cologne, sweat, and sex—a heady mix I wish I could bottle to savor forever. His voice was hypnotic, his lips grazing the inside of my knee as he said, “Should I fuck you spread out for me like this?”
I knew that was what the endgame was, but having him on top of me like this was overwhelming in a way I hadn’t expected. I’d been waiting and hoping for this for years. Since I knew what it was to want someone in this way.
It hit me just how devastated I would be when this was over.
So all the more reason to savor it for what it was.
Wordlessly, I hooked a finger in his chain, tugging on it until his lips melded with mine. I reached between us, popping the button on his jeans. When he shoved them down and pressed against me, thick and hot, my whole body jolted in desperate recognition, like everything in my life had led to this. He groaned into my mouth, pulling back with a strained look of concentration.
