Page 84 of Riding the Curve

Suddenly, my back is pushed flush to the mattress as Emerson rolls himself on top of me. He gathers my wrists in his hands above my head as his hardened length drags against my sensitive core. My hips buck forward of their own volition, causing a whimper to escape my lips.

“Jesus, baby,” he rasps against my neck. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

I nod, probably a little too eagerly, because he muffles his laughter into my neck as he continues to devour the entire length of it.

His lips glide lower. Teeth grazing and teasing my heated skin with little nips along the way. When his mouth hovers over my breast, my teeth pierce my bottom lip. I can feel my entire body trembling with anticipation.

Darkened eyes peek through his tousled hair, and a wicked grin forms on his mouth. “Can I make you feel good, Trouble?”

“Yes, please!” I whisper-shout.

Emerson’s head hangs once more, his chest vibrating against mine as he chuckles on top of me. My cheeks flame.

“Stop laughing, you ass!” My breath rasps between heavy breaths. I pinch his side and he jolts with a howl. However, it has the opposite effect. His hips jolt against mine and my starving core, ripping a groan from the both of us. And for a second, my brain short-circuits.

His mouth finds mine as he pulls up my top, exposing my breasts. The chilly morning air inside the cabin makes my nipples rise to even sharper peaks. And when his thumb rolls over one of the sensitive buds, I almost jump out of my skin.

Emerson comes up for air, the sunlight glazing over his handsome features. The stubble that shadows his chiseled jaw. His muscled chest adorned with dark ink. His Adonis abs that make me want to bend down and lick them. The golden light from the window highlights every single one of them.

All I’ve ever wanted was for him to look at me the way he is right now. Heavy-lidded eyes slowly roll over me as he wets his lips. Preparing to devour me whole.

“I’m not laughing at you, Hen,” He purrs, caressing my breasts in exactly the way I’d imagined he would. Making my body squirm with need. He leans in, his hot breaths brushing against my ear as he whispers, “For so long, I thought I’d lost you.”

Warm lips brush against my chin, until his face is directly in front of mine. “Right now, I’m just fucking ecstatic to see you crave me so badly. The same way I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His palm tightens around my breast as his knuckles trap my nipple between them and tug, instantly making his name fall out of my mouth like a prayer.“That’s right, Henley. From now on, those sounds are all mine, and I want to hear every last one of them. Hold on tight, baby, I’m about to make you feel so damn good.”

He presses a bruising kiss to my lips, taking the air from my lungs as he rises and leaves me on the bed.

“W-where are y-you going?” My words stutter through my trembling lips.

“You’ll see.” He smirks.

Em disappears into the bathroom, and my curiosity peaks. I watch him open the drawer of my side table and pull out my sleep mask. And suddenly, my eyes go wide.

“What are you going to do, Em?” I sit up, my hands fidgeting within the sheets.

He lifts the mask with a smile and hovers over me from the edge of the bed. “Do you trust me, Hen?”

I nod silently, making a grin spread wide across his lips.

“I want to help you get out of your head. This will help you just focus on the feeling of everything I’m doing to you. Right now is all about you, so at any time you can tell me to stop if you aren’t comfortable. Would you like to give it a try?”

I nod feverishly.

“I’m going to need words, baby.”

“Yes. I’d like that very much.”

“Good girl.”

Oh, sweet Jesus.

“Arms up,” he demands, and they fly up without a second thought. With a smile, he bends down and carefully peels away my flimsy T-shirt, tossing it behind him. The chill makes me shiver, even though the inside of my body is practically molten lava. “Don’t worry, you won’t be cold for much longer.”

With a wink, he carefully places the mask over my eyes, and my world turns dark. His palm presses against my pounding chest and guides me down. My back is flat against the bed, legs dangling over the edge.

Taking away my sight causes every other one of my senses to become heightened. Every sound is more thrilling. Each brush against my skin is more intense. His citrus scent envelops me as he lifts my arms over my head and wraps his palm around my wrists holding them in place. Anxiety creeps in when I tug against his hand, and I wonder for a split second if I’ve made a mistake.