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Emelia had glanced at him at Barbara’s comment and she’d looked...sad, maybe.
He shook his thoughts from his head and opened the door. Once Barbara was settled inside her friend’s car, he inhaled and exhaled slowly while looking around at the whiteness that surrounded him.
They’d had so much snow that the combination of snow and sun was blinding.
It didn’t take long for the coldness to seep through his sweatshirt, so he turned and made his way back inside and shut the cold out.
He rubbed his hands together and stamped his feet a couple of times to try and get the blood flowing. The few minutes outside had frozen him through. But then Emelia was there.
She took his hands into hers and rubbed them back to life, although he thought it was probably the woman herself who warmed him because she certainly warmed his heart.
“You’re just as cold as I was from being outside, and at least, I had a jacket on.”
He smiled. “It’s been a very long time since I was chastised for not wearing a jacket outside.”
She looked up, and when their eyes locked, the world spun for Dante. His heart pounded and he’d never been so tempted to take that last step to join their lips. His eyes drifted downwards and settled on her beautiful mouth. He watched as she licked her lips with nervousness, no doubt, but he couldn’t take his eyes from her.
They were locked into a cocoon of their own making, and Dante wished that they could stay inside—away from the world and all the wrongfulness of what he craved with every beat of his heart.
“Dante,” Emelia whispered so quietly that, if he hadn’t been so consumed with watching her lips, he probably wouldn’t have heard his name.
His eyes snapped up to Emelia’s, and he cleared his throat. “We need to talk.”
She nodded, his hands still in hers.
He intertwined their fingers and squeezed. “C’mon, we’ll go into the living room.”
Normally, he’d settle into his chair in the corner of the room, next to his bookcase and reading lamp, but while he held Emelia’s hand, he needed to keep her close. Which was why he led her to the sofa and pulled her down beside him.
He rested back and dropped his head against the sofa while he stared up at the ceiling. Nothing was up there, but in his mind he saw Emelia smiling up at him through heavily lidded eyes as she bent and took him into her mouth.
He shot into more of a sitting position and winced at the uncomfortable position of his dick behind his zipper. The best thing to do would be to get his apology over with and head over to his church...he just wasn’t sure it would work out that way, or if he even had the heart to do that.
“Em, I need to apologize to you.” He met her worried gaze, and used his free hand to cup her face. “I rejected you back in Montana. I wouldn’t let you close enough to offer the comfort that I saw on your face.” He paused and admitted, “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let you go if I let you close...do you understand, Em. I crave you like I do my next breath, and I was so upset that I’d have said hell to it and taken what I badly wanted...which was you.” He chuckled, and sighed, “I’ve even started cursing, which I’ve managed to refrain from for nearly seven years.”
“You said wanted, as in past tense…“ Emelia questioned while he continued to caress along her cheekbone with his thumb.
“There is nothing past tense about my feelings for you.”
To his surprise, Emelia moved and quickly straddled him. The apex of her thighs pressed against his throbbing erection that strained behind his zipper. His hands landed on her thighs, which he gripped as though he was about to push her away, except he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
“Look at me, Dante,” Emelia begged. “Please.” Her breath fanned his face, which told him that she was a breath away from him.
He opened his eyes and saw all the love that she had for him clear as day reflected in hers.
When Emelia wiggled on his lap, his breath caught and his hands pressed her down against him as his hips arched in pleasure. He was so hard that he was afraid his dick would snap in two with how he was positioned in his pants.
“You have to stop tempting me,” he hissed between his clenched teeth. “You feel too good.”
Emelia slid her hands to his shoulders and rotated her hips, which sent another bolt of lust straight to his groin. It had been seven years, at least, since he’d last had sex, and then it had been unsatisfying. But with Emelia on top of him, his pleasure was so close to the pinnacle that he needed to stop her. To move her from on top of him, but as his eyes caressed up her torso, his eyes widened at the sight of her hard nipples through her T-shirt.
She moaned and threw her head back while she rubbed against him. “Help me...Dante, please...so close.”
He panted and growled, knowing it was wrong, but it felt so right. His hands slid up her thighs, and, when he gripped her hips, he helped her ride him.
His dick was so hard and there was a continuous tingle as he released precum. He couldn’t have held off his release even if he’d tried. So, as he heard a catch in Emelia’s breathing before he witnessed her eyes flutter with pleasure, he closed his eyes and let the sound of his woman’s orgasm wash over him while he spilled into his pants.
He held her down on him as he finally met her satisfied smile. Her hands slid to the nape of his neck and caused his body to shudder in pleasure before she dropped her forehead to his. She chewed on her lip as though she wanted to say something but didn’t know how. He knew her better than anyone. “My first man-made orgasm,” she finally whispered against his lips.
