Fuck, I missed this.
He swept my hair over to one shoulder. “God, this hair,” he whispered, voice rough. “I’m obsessed.” My hand slipped back into his hair when his lips met my neck, his tongue scorching on my skin.
“Emmett.” His name came out as nothing more than a breathy plea. This was a bad idea—terrible. But he felt so good, so right, that I didn’t care.
My jaw dropped with a whimper when he palmed my breasts, massaging them roughly. “Addicted to all of you, sugar,” he whispered hoarsely against my neck, teeth raking against the curve to my shoulder.
I was certain my heart was going to explode if he kept talking like that. My head lolled back, resting against his shoulder. He kept caressing my body, his touch more desperate with every second that passed. He kissed my shoulder and neck and jaw like he wanted to devour me whole, one kiss at a time.
“I gotta have you, Delilah,” he said, voice cracking while he tore at my clothes. “I can’t fucking take it anymore.” One of his hands slid down my stomach, popping the button to my jeans with jerky movements. “Can’t take watching you every day, knowing I can’t have you again. That you said I only get to have you once. I can’t. I need more.”
I yanked my jeans down with frantic, shaking hands. “Take it. Take me.”
He fumbled with his belt and zipper. Movements hurried. Breathing ragged. I whimpered at the graze of his fingers whenhe quickly pulled my panties to the side. He grabbed my hip, his touch rough and urgent. Possessive. I was so wound up, I think I could’ve come just thinking about that touch and the pure want that came with it.
“Yes,” I cried out when he filled me with a swift thrust. Finally, after nearly two weeks of feeling empty, I was whole again. I braced against the island while he pounded into me, lost in the way it felt to have him like this again.
“God, you’re so perfect,” he groaned with relief, burying his face in my neck.
I fisted his curls at the root, holding him to me. His hand landed next to mine on the island with a thud, his body arching over mine. The sight alone sent another rush of heat through me. I put my hand on top of his, linking them together, and pushed back against each thrust he made. “I’ve missed you,” I whimpered, squeezing his fingers. He squeezed back just as hard.
Emmett’s kisses were like sparks scattering along my skin, each one bringing me back to life bit by bit. His groan vibrated through my back. I tightened around him at the guttural sound. “You expect me to getthis? Feel your perfect pussy and hear the way you moan for me just once, and walk away? No. Fuck that.” He moved faster with a grunt, rocking me up onto my toes. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m giving you up again.”
My eyes rolled shut. “Don’t. Fuck, baby, don’t ever give me up. Please,” I begged, my voice a half-sob, half-moan. His hand left my hip and slid between my legs. A ragged groan tore itself from my chest when he found my clit, rubbing quickly. My skin prickled with heat. My muscles burned with effort, trying to keep up with Emmett’s thrusts. Pleasure built, tight and hot. Every move Emmett made only hurled me closer to pure bliss. I was so close, my legs shook with the intensity of it.
“Need you to come with me,” he panted, his voice rough like gravel. “Want your sweet pussy wringing out every last drop while I fill you up.”
“Give it to me. I need it,” I panted, clinging to him. I looked over my shoulder, the sight of him like a lightning strike to my heart. Muscles flexed, cheeks flushed, desire-ridden eyes. He was devastating. Absolutely, utterly devastating. My blood simmered in my veins. My release was about to barrel through me like a storm, and I wanted him to get swept away in it with me.
“Kiss me,” I begged with a breathy whine. I shattered like glass against his lips, coming so hard that he had to wrap a hand around my waist so I didn’t collapse. He slammed into me, going as deep as he could as he came with my name on his lips.
There was no telling how much time passed before I came back to myself. Emmett’s shuddered breathing was hot on my neck, our skin damp with sweat. Reality crept back in. The smell of the stables—leather and hay and chemicals—overtook the scent of sex and Emmett’s cologne, and I remembered where we were. Even in all this chaos around us, I’d gotten completely swept up in him.
My voice was hoarse. “What are we going to do about this?”
“No one needs to know if you don’t want them to, but I meant what I said”—he held me tighter and kissed my shoulder—“I don’t want to stop.”
My lips curled around my teeth so I didn’t grin like a lunatic. “I meant the tack room,” I replied, unable to hide my amusement.
He stilled behind me. “Oh.”
I turned to face him, ignoring the subtle ache between my legs, while I pulled up my jeans that hadn’t even made it past my knees. “I don’t want to stop either,” I confessed. “I know we should, but being with you feels too good.” I didn’t care aboutthe consequences anymore—if I could keep my heart out of it or not. I just wanted him. In any way I could have him. If he never felt the same, then so be it. It was setting me up for heartbreak, but I couldn’t care.
Emmett’s eyes softened, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly. My heart fluttered at the sight of him happy. Something so rare yet beautiful. Placing a finger under my chin, he tilted my head back. “Think this is the first time we’ve ever agreed on something,” he murmured against my lips before kissing my smile softly.
After we were dressed, we took pictures of the tack room and sent them off to our group text.
“Who do you think did it?” I swept up ruined feed, struggling to wrap my mind around the mess while our phones dinged endlessly with responses.
“Don’t know,” Emmett said, throwing out the saddle pads and blankets. “We’re gonna have to ramp up security, that’s for sure.” The way his eyes darted around the room, I could tell he was already thinking of ways to do just that. “I’ll have to talk to Colt.” Guess being buddies with the sheriff had its perks.
It wasn’t long before car doors slammed outside, followed by pounding footfalls. Beau’s face was the picture of fury when he saw the wreckage. “What thefuckhappened in here?”
I tensed for a brief second, thinking he somehow knew about Emmett and me, but then I realized he meant the room. “We don’t know. Emmett found it like this just a few seconds before me.”
Claire followed Beau inside, skidding to a halt beside him. Her jaw went slack, eyes wide. “Holy shit.” She crept into the room slowly, scanning every surface. “Everything’s ruined.”
Weston and Savannah were only seconds behind them, both equally horrified. “Jesus Christ,” Weston murmured, lifting asplit bridle before letting it fall to the ground. “Who the hell would do something like this?”
