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“W…what?”
I backed her into the corner and caged her in with my arms, my hands pressed against the wall. She pushed back into the wall as I leant in.
“I want you.”
“Yeah…” her voice was thick with desire, “well, I don’t want you.”
Her lips were dry as I brushed my thumb over them then dragged the tips of my fingers over her chin, her throat and placed my palm over her heart. It was almost beating out of her chest.
“Why are you lying, Em?”
“I…I’m not.’ She stuttered. Her eyelids fell half-mast as she looked at me.
I lifted her chin with my index finger, “Then why are you breathing so heavy?” Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips as her mouth dropped open slightly. “Do you ever think of me, Em?”
Her eyes closed for a split second, it was like she couldn’t lie to me but what’s more, she couldn’t lie to herself. “All the time.” She breathed and dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. I wasted no more time, my lips crashed against hers. The kiss from earlier popped back into my mind. Her nails scraped along my scalp as she kissed me back with as much passion and want as I had. Only this time I won’t let her break it. I’ve needed this for so long.
I reached down and found the hem of her skirt and dragged it up and over her hips. I slid my hand between her legs to cup her pussy. My finger hooked into the side of her knickers and found her opening. I entered her heat with a single finger and she groaned with pleasure, it was music to my ears. She was soaking wet as I added another finger and drove them in and out of her as she parted her legs further for me. The foreplay was good and all but I wanted to be inside her. I needed to remember how she felt after all these years. The last time I had a motive; I needed her to trust me, this time is different. My thumb circled her sweet nub, she jolted forward and gripped my neck. “Oh, fucking hell, Troy.”
Hearing my name on her lips made me feel like a God. I smiled, removed my fingers, brought them to my lips and sucked her juices from them. She gasped but she watched with rapt attention. I dragged them over her lips next and she sucked them into her mouth making my cock even more eager to be inside her.
“I hope you’re ready for this Emily?”
My hands moved to my trousers and in no time my belt and my trousers were unfastened and I’d pushed them down my legs. I don't wear boxers; they just get in the way. Her hand wrapped around my shaft and it was my time for the breath to get caught in my throat. Her hand around me felt amazing but I knew it wouldn’t be as good as being inside her. I reached around to the back of her legs and lifted her. Her legs wound around my hips and I impaled her onto my rock-solid erection. Right now, I think it was carved from stone, I was that hard. Her lips were on my neck and she sucked and nibbled as I thrust inside of her as hard as I could. She cried out with every thrust. It drove me wild. She wanted this as much as I did. I knew it. The tips of my fingers dug into her thighs so hard I’d be surprised if there weren't bruises but I couldn’t stop.
“Oh, Jesus!” she shouted, “I think I’m gonna come, Troy. Fuck yeah, harder.”
“That’s it, baby, give me more.” She pushed against me. I pressed and pressed. I knew she could take more so I held myself back and let her have what she wanted. I wanted to hear her. “Kiss me,” I ordered. She looked up at me and her eyes shone with want. A growl rumbled at the back of my throat as our lips collided again and she did as I ordered. With measured strokes of my tongue along hers I pushed on until she tensed around me, her legs tightened as she crossed her ankles and she cried out as her orgasm left her. I released her lips and shifted my hands to where her thighs met her arse cheeks and gripped her tightly. I rammed my dick inside her as hard as I could over and over until shooting my release inside of her.
I drop my forehead to hers and blow out a sigh against her lips. “Jesus Christ.”
Our eyes met briefly and she looked away. Once my heart wasn’t pounding anymore and my breathing had evened out, I pulled out of her and dropped her legs.
I couldn’t read how Emily was feeling because she wouldn’t give me her blue eyes. I needed to see the blue storm clouds to get a feel of what was going through her head.
She pushed her skirt down and slid around me. “Excuse me a sec.” She left the room. I assumed she went to the bathroom. I’d give her five minutes, we needed to talk. The bloody woman hasn’t left my mind for ten years but I dismissed it as an urge. Since the night I saw her when Mitch died, she’s been constantly invading my thoughts, my sleep. I tucked myself away and walked to the window. As I looked out, I saw our past. I wanted it to be our present and our future. I wanted her here with me. I’d do fucking anything for her to be here with me again.
The door slammed and echoed through the house and I knew she’d taken the easy way out. I didn’t go after her, instead, I’d give her the space she desired then go after her. She couldn’t get away from me so easily this time.
Chapter Six
EMILY
I couldn’t wait to get home. The further I was away from Troy, the better. I could still taste him on my lips, feel the weakness in my legs as he drained every bit of pleasure. My mind wasn’t on the road at all, it was on him, but I hated him. Do I really? After what we’d just done it’s safe to say not. He always had a way of making me want him. And I’ll be honest, I’ve never stopped wanting him but he was bad for me.
On instinct, the tip of my tongue darted out and licked across my lips. No. I wouldn’t think about it. He’s a liar, a cheater. Everything he does is always for himself, something he can gain. Yeah, and you’ve just let him fuck you, again. I wanted to tell that little voice in my head to shut the fuck up and stay out of my business, but all she’d do is smile and give me the middle finger. Bitch.
I pulled up at my little two-bedroomed house and drove onto the drive, turned the engine off and sat there for a moment. My fingers went to my lips again. My head was all over the place. I’d tried not to think of him since I left home at nineteen. I’d done everything I wanted to do, all at my father’s disapproval but still proved him wrong. I’ve travelled, I’ve had my own showcases and I’ve done it on my own; why the hell would I need him now?
With renewed determination, I stepped out of my car and locked it up before going into the house. I dropped my handbag on the couch and went straight to the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of white. I needed a shower. I could smell him on me, still felt his lips on me. I clenched my thighs together, God, I could still feel him inside me.
I opened the cupboard door, took a glass out and quickly screwed the cork out of the bottle. I listened to the glugs as it poured into the glass and took a sip, it was then I remembered I was supposed to go back to Kellie at the gallery.
“Shit.”
I placed my wine and the bottle on the counter, dove into my bag and found my phone. When I lit up my screen there were already three messages sitting there waiting for me to reply. One was from Kellie and two were from Troy. I took it back to the kitchen with me, I didn’t want to answer Troy’s, not yet anyway so I bypassed those and opened Kellie’s.
Kellie: Hey babe. Hope everything went ok, text me when you’re on your way. X
