“I want you, too.”
Chapter 6
Emmerson
Hislipscrashdownon me like he’s afraid I’ll change my mind. Little does he know that I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of him. Dreaming of this. But I’ve always been his little sister’s friend. I’ve always just been his friend. Never in my wildest, freest, strongest dreams could I have imagined that this would be my life.
This is my life. Kissing Jack. His lips are soft but his urgency has me dazed in a cloud of desire. His hands are running up and under my shirt. His calloused hands abrade my ribs, sending a shiver down my spine. My leg twitches, wanting to be closer to him. Wanting to wrap around him.
Gruffly, he unzips my bag and pulls me into his sleeping bag until we’re cocooned together. I’m so overcome in swooning over this man that I can’t prop myself up. My body is stuck to his, and my heart is tethered to his, too. I know this isn’t good. Our friendship will never be the same. I know he only wants me for this one night. I mean, I get it. We’re alone in the woods and I literally threw myself at him earlier.
But I don’t care anymore. This is my Say Yes! weekend. Since I’ve been denying myself for so long, I realized I just reached my threshold. A girl can only hide so much for so long.
“God, Em, you smell amazing.” He’s kissing my neck and nuzzling his nose into my hair. Then his head is ducking under the hem of my tshirt and he’s sucking on my nipples, extracting a primal moan from me.
I’ve never felt this desired. This treasured. And I’ve certainly never gone all the way with a man. I know I should tell him, but I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“Uhhh…” I moan into the thick air around us. He’s sucking me into his mouth and my hips are arched up against his stomach. He’s huge and my legs love the feel of how spread they are as they wrap around his torso. For me, Jack is the very definition of a man. He’s huge, strong, a protector, and yet he’s kind.
I drag my hands down, tugging on my shirt to get more access to him. We both hear the tear of fabric and chuckle at the same time. Then he stops and helps me out of it. I wiggle my pajama pants off so that I’m nearly naked underneath him.
“God, Em. You’re incredible.” It’s dark, but I can feel his gaze traveling my body. We’re snug in his sleeping bag, so there’s not much room to move, but somehow he shimmies out of his shirt and boxer shorts.
I have to tell him now.
“Jack.” I place a hand on his chest.
“Fuck, Em. Sorry, I thought you wanted—”
“I do. I want this. But I just need to tell you something first.”
“Tell me anything.” His voice is hoarse. Strained. Like he’s dying to hear what I have to say.
As I play with his soft chest hair, I whisper, “You’re my first.”
He’s stunned. I can see it in his eyes. In the way his body has tensed.
“Em, are you sure?”
“Ya. Pretty sure I haven’t been with anyone else.” I’m aiming for levity, but I know what he’s asking.
Propped on an elbow, one of his hands caresses my head while the other trails down my arm. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes. More than anything. I want this.”
Tenderly, he dips his head and brushes his lips against mine. “This might hurt a bit, but I’ll go slow. Just tell me what you like.” His hand drags down my torso and he’s pulling my panties off. Then he lowers himself against me and I can feel every inch of my body connect with his again. Chills. Everywhere. He’s incredible. His heat is pouring into me. And I gasp when I realize that I can feel his large, thick cock against my thigh.
“Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.”
“So am I,” he whispers. “But I can wait.”
“No. I don’t want to wait.” I grab the back of his head. “Please, Jack.”
The groaning sound he makes shoots to my soul. I know I’ll have some damage control in my heart to manage after tonight, but that’s a future-me problem. I just want him now.
He’s gripping his dick and I can feel it at my entrance.
