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“Don’t worry about that right now, sweet girl.” I leave out saying she doesn’t need to worry because she won’t have the debt for long.
While I love how feisty Emerson can be, I don’t feel like drawing out my kitten’s claws right now, not when she’s being so placated with me. She’s relaxed for the first time since I met her and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, even if having no debt hanging above her head would mean she could have her life back.
“I’m sorry your ex did that to you.”
Emerson smiles sadly. “It’s okay. I’ve made peace with it. I was stupid with him. I allowed myself to think he would change when I should have known he wouldn’t.”
“When was the last time you allowed yourself to just rest? To not think about the debt, or the Center, or your schoolwork. When was the last time you gave yourself a break?”
A small laugh escapes her throat and I immediately get the feeling I won’t like her answer. “Not since the day that first overdue notice arrived.”
“Let me help you relax for a little while.” It’s not a question. Regardless of what the next words out of her mouth are, she will be relaxing, she will be having a nap, and I will be helping her with it.
Emerson considers me for long moments, as if she’s not sure it’s a good idea, but her body is leaning into mine before she’s even made her mind up. “How?” she asks.
I smirk. “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”
She drags in a deep breath, psyching herself up to saying yes, and then she nods once. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Now I’m going to take good care of you, sweet girl, but I’m going to need you to trust me. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” Her answer sounds unsure, but her body is practically vibrating with need.
Before she can blink, I’m on her, my body hovering over hers the moment her back hits the mattress. “If at any point you want me to stop, you need to tell me, okay?”
She nods.
“Words, sweet girl. Forget one more time, and I’m going to have to make sure you remember.”
She gasps at the threat, but in reality, it’s a promise. My palm itches to spank her perfect peach ass, and I’m almost at the point of taking any opportunity she gives me to do so. “Yes, I understand.”
My lips hover just above hers, and the idea of finally taking them is too tempting to pass up. My cock presses against the zipper of my jeans painfully, begging to get a piece of the woman that has had me hard as a rock since the first time I saw her. Emerson is the ultimate temptation, and I can’t wait to feast on her sweet body.
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, anticipating the moment my lips crash down on hers, but I make us both wait. I hover there for so long that Emerson squirms underneath me, her body unable to hold still because she wants to taste me just as badly as I want to taste her. I want to fucking devour her, consume her, ruin her for every other man in the world. The idea of anyone else touching Emerson makes me fucking homicidal.
When neither of us can handle the wait any longer, I bring my lips down on hers, but I don’t follow my initial instinct to kiss her savagely. No, against my own nature, I kiss her sweetly, taking the time to savor the taste of her. A sweet mix of strawberries and cotton candy that I’m addicted to from the first brush of our tongues.
Emerson groans into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me into her. She’s fucking intoxicating.
When I finally pull back, needing a moment to breathe and get my head straight. I’ve never lost myself in a woman before, but I can see that with Emerson, it’s a very real possibility. I’ve always been the one with the control in the bedroom. Women fall at my feet and do anything I tell them to, just happy to fuck me. But it’s not like that with my sweet girl. Of course I crave that same control, Ineedher submission, but she has just as much power as I do, and that thought is a sobering reality for a controlling motherfucker like me.
Without a word, I start stripping her clothes from her body, needing to see her bare for me. First comes the shirt I put on her. Seeing her wearing my clothes was a wet dream come true, but it’s time I see all of my girl. I lean back on my haunches as I strip the shorts and panties in one movement, discarding them both across the room.
When I allow my eyes to sweep over Emerson’s bare skin, plains of creamy skin that call to me to mark even though I know I shouldn’t. Her perfect tits have the rosiest peaks I’ve ever seen, my mouth waters at the thought of taking them into my mouth, of her back arching off the bed as I lick, suck, and nip at her beautiful nipples until she’s so wet for me she can’t handle it anymore.
My eyes travel farther down and I suck in a breath when I catch sight of her bare pussy. Fuck, she looks like a fucking treat all laid out in front of me, and it would be rude if I didn’t feast.
“Rayne,” Emerson whines, breaking me out of my trance.
“I’m going to take care of you, baby. Do you trust me?”
She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing pink at my scrutiny. I shouldn’t ask for it right now, not after everything she’s told me today, and everything I’ve read in her file. But I’m a selfish fuck, and I want all of her. I want her to crave me like I crave her. When she nods, victory bursts in my chest and I’m on her again in a split second, this time devouring her mouth, nipping at her lips, our tongues clashing like we’re both starved. She doesn’t know what she’s doing by putting her trust in me, and I’m not about to tell her, not before I can show her how fucking good it can be between us.
As I kiss her with everything I have, I’m bundling her wrists together above her head and securing them together with the shirt I’d stripped from her body. For a moment she looks unsure, like she doesn’t know if she should let me restrain her, but I distract her by tugging her bottom lip into my mouth, biting down until a guttural moan escapes her throat. Yeah, my sweet girl loves a bite of pain mixed with her pleasure. Little does she know that’s my specialty.
“Your hands are to remain above your head, do you understand?” I pant.
“Yes,” Emerson answers immediately.
