FORTY-THREE
ASPEN
When Emmett pulls the hoodie away from his face, his stare is deadly. Deadly hot. Any trace of annoyance over the flat tire, the mental fatigue that was clinging to him after the day, melts away until the only thing left is wanting.
And it’s all for me.
My hands slip below the hem of my dress and I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties before shimmying them over my hips. Bending, I free them from around my ankles and sling them his way.
“Consider those a freebie.”
Without missing a beat, he slips them in his pocket.
“Take off the dress, Aspen.”
I slip the strap off one shoulder, then the other. When it catches on my waist, I take my time working it over each hip, before letting it pool around my ankles.
For a moment, Emmett just looks, his eyes locked and intense.
“Let me thank you for today.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“Climb on my face and I’ll show you.”
Just like that, he steals every thought from my head and he damn well knows it. When he whips his shirt off and moves down the bed, motioning me over, I’m helpless to resist.
When I don’t move, he reaches out a hand. “I’m not known for my patience, Angel.”
His palm snags the back of my thigh and then he’s dragging me toward him. “It’s been a long day, and I’m starving.”
My thighs hit the edge of the bed.
“Give me what I crave.”
I don’t resist, lifting a knee to the mattress. “It’s so hot when you beg.”
“You know what else is hot?” His hands don’t leave me, brushing everywhere he can reach as I crawl to him. “Your sweet, wet cunt.”
My face heats about a hundred degrees. “Relentless.”
His knuckles drag along my jaw. “When I want something . . . and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”
“Well, when you put it that way.”
I hesitate, stilling beside him as I overthink the hell out of, well, all of this—what he’s saying, the logistics of it. What he’s asking might be more vulnerable than anything I’ve done with a partner. As badly as I want it, there’s a moment of questioning.
He picks up on it. He always does.
“Straddle my chest.”
I bite my lip, but do as he says.
“Perfect. Lift your hips and scoot forward.”
Again, I follow his instructions.
“Fuck, you’re pretty. All pink and wet, just begging for my mouth.” Puffs of heated breath hit my core.
