The implications go much further than a kiss. He thinks he’s going to ruin me, and I know I’d let him.
“Gladly.” My mouth falls open as he moves my hips against my core, spurring a delicious ache that liquefies my bones. “Just don’t stop.”
“Pleading again. So pretty when you’re letting me take care of you. I could get used to that.”
That’s it. I’m done.
Exquisite pressure collapses inside me and I come undone. White spots dance in my vision as he watches like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.
Careful of his ribs, I collapse, bracing my shoulder against the back of the couch just to the side of him. He grips my thighs keeping me draped over him, like he can’t stand the idea of me getting too far.
His chest swells with each inhale, andy eyes fall to his lap where he’s still hard. I bite my lip, head still whirling from my orgasm.
Emmett follows my gaze. “Trouble,” he breathes. “You are so much more trouble than I could have ever imagined.”
“Am I?”
“The very best kind.” He palms himself through his sweatpants.
“Take it out,” I say impulsively.
His throat bobs. “Not tonight.”
“You want me on my knees begging.”
“Fuck.” The curse drags out of him.
His muscles are bunched. He’s trying so hard to do what he thinks is right and battling with himself every step of the way.
Slipping off the couch, I kneel between his feet.
“Aspen,” He croaks. “Do you know how hard it is to say no to you?”
“Then don’t.” I lick my lips, my eyes falling to his hard cock, before slowly lifting my eyes. My hands land on his thigh, coasting higher and then back down. “We’ve been denying ourselves long enough, don’t you think.”
“Pretty sure you just came grinding your sweet little cunt all over my cock. The only person I’m denying is myself.”
I shake my head, my hands following the same path again. “This is me on my knees, telling you exactly what I want. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, please let me see you.”
His posture shifts, rough hands covering mine before guiding them to the waistband of his sweats.
“Take what you want,” he says, voice wrecked. It’s pure gravel and heat pools in my core, soaking me more than I already am. If he doesn’t get me off again, I’m going to have to do it myself before I fall asleep.
Trying to hide the tremble in my hands I slowly tug the cotton down.
He lifts his hips, our gazes locked. My fingers brush hot skin and coarse hair at his navel as I tug his boxer briefs down.
His knuckles brush my chin, thumb ghosting over my bottom lip. “You’re looking at me like you want me buried in your throat.”
I do. I want it so badly my mouth is watering. But there’s something I want more than that. The one thing I can’t get out of my head.
“Not tonight.”
Confusion crosses his face.
“Show me what you did in the shower. I want to see it all this time”
“Didn’t get a good look the first time, did you?” His palm wraps around his steel length. “You make me so fucking hard, Angel.” He twists at the base, and my throat goes dry.
