Emerson Hart deserves the world, and no matter how I try to better myself to be good enough for her, in the eyes of the world, I’ll never be more than Jasper Holloway’s boy.
Once I have the carton in my hand, I walk back into the hall, intent on leaving it on the console table outside her door, when it suddenly opens.
Emmy’s standing there, having changed into cream silk pajama shorts and a matching top that leaves next to nothing to my imagination that’s already been running rampant all evening.
Eyes like infinity pools shift from mine to the carton in my hand and then back again as a frown forms on her brow while her breathing kicks up a notch. Her chest rises and falls faster and faster the longer we watch one another until she murmurs, “Fuck this.”
I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, our bodies collide, and the cherry juice drops to the floor, spraying itscontents everywhere as my hand finds purchase in Emmy’s hair at the nape of her neck.
With a gentle tug, I angle her face toward mine, my eyes flicking between hers, desperately seeking permission in her gaze. Instead, Emmy fists my tie and yanks me down, and we groan in unison when our mouths come together.
It’s a claiming of one another, a hard, raw, emotionally charged kiss as I pour every shred of longing and pain into it, giving myself over to her…to this moment wholly and completely.
As our tongues tangle and her inimitable sweetness invades my senses, euphoria flows through me, awakening my soul in a way I’d never again thought possible. I reach my free hand around her slender waist, clutching her firmly against me as the kiss turns frantic.
All caution is well and truly thrown to the wind when I palm her ass and urge her into my arms. Entirely in sync with me, she wraps her legs around my waist, locking her heels at the base of my spine when I pin her between the wall and my body, never once breaking our all-consuming kiss.
She mewls into my mouth while squirming against me, her bare nipples digging into my shirt-covered chest like bullets before she rips her mouth from mine, gasping desperately for oxygen.
I waste no time, increasing my grip on her hair to tug back until the slope of her neck is bared to me. Then my mouth is on her, licking, nipping, sucking at the expanse of tender flesh as my hips move in tandem with hers.
She cries out when I hit the sweet spot, and I don’t even think when I relinquish my hold on her hair to bring that hand between us to unerringly press the pad of my thumb against her clit.
I bite down on the sensitive part of her neck as I rub again, more firmly this time, before I return to her mouth and thrust my tongue past her kiss-swollen lips. She gasps into my mouth as my tongue and thumb move in rhythm, each pass getting rougher and rougher until she’s arching against me.
She’s almost there, on the cusp of finding release, when my base instinct takes over. I sharply tug the material of her pajamas and panties to one side and thrust two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy.
“Ohfuck!” she cries out desperately before tossing her head back and hitting the wall behind her with a thud as she thrashes against me.
“Whose fingers are buried inside you right now?”
With her eyes closed and mouth slack, she’s almost at her peak as she inhales a shuddery breath. “Yours,Ford.”
My dick throbs against my suit pants, leaking precum into my Calvins at an obscene rate as I increase the momentum of my fingers.
“So fucking wet. You hear that, Tink? You hear my fingers fucking your tight, wet pussy…”
“Don’t stop, fuck,please, don’t stop! I—I—I’m gonna?—”
I press my thumb against her slick clit, and at the same time, lean forward to flick my tongue over a silk-encased, pointed pink nipple as I growl, “Say my name when you come all over my hand. Come on, baby; scream it for me.”
“Oh fuck,Ford!Yes, Ford?—”
With a hoarse cry, Emmy’s pussy clenches around my fingers as I pump them deep inside her, my eyes hungrily committing the moment of her completion to my memory.
Having wrung every drop of pleasure from her body, I flick my tongue over her nipple one final time as I gently withdraw my fingers from her slick core. Her head drops forward and our gazes lock on one another.
Her hair flows around both of us like a curtain, encasing us in a shroud of our own making where it’s just us against the world. It’s just us who matter. Here. And now.
And always.
I cup her cheek as her eyes shine down into mine, and the words just fall from my lips. “Emerson, I’m still in lo?—”
Somewhere in the distance, I register the elevator sounding and slam to a stop as a voice calls out through the penthouse. “Did youreallygo to Rogue without me?”
Emmy jumps out of my arms, horror playing across her blatantly satiated features, and I quickly push her inside her bedroom before Hayley rounds the corner.
She stops short when she sees me on my knees, surrounded by cherry juice. “Oh, hey! Is everything okay…”
