Page 11 of Only His

“No. But… I will admit that it was part of the reason I took the job out here. A very small part.”

“You were attracted to me back then? Then why—”

“You were too young for me,” he said with a tight jaw. “You’restilltoo young for me, but at least you’re a damn adult now. Do you have any idea what kind of position you put me in back then? I never would have touched you, Emily.Never. But everything you did—every time you came around to taunt me in those little shorts—you made me feel like a fucking pervert. I hated myself for my attraction to you and it had nothing to do with your father.”

“Oh.” The thought of what I was doing to him as a grown man never occurred to my adolescent mind. Now that he laid it all out in front of me, I felt tears springing to my eyes as I considered how horribly I acted. “I’m sorry. I never once thought….God!I’m so sorry. Please,pleaseforgive me.”

I covered my face with my hands and sobbed, crying harder when I felt David crawl up the bed and wrap me in his arms. He held me close to him, burying his face in my hair.

“Don’t cry, baby. It was a long time ago. And for the record—I do remember what it was like to be a teenager. You don’t really think about shit like that. I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I-I knew—” I stopped to hiccup, wincing a little when he rubbed my back. God, I was beyond mortified. “I knew you wouldn’t have—I wasn’t trying to—I just wanted you to notice me. I-I never wanted you to… I’m so sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay, Emily. Things are different now.”

My voice wavered as I asked, “Are they?”

David’s fingers wove into my hair and he tilted my head back. He wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb and stared into my eyes. The expression on his face made me gulp.

“They can be. When you first showed up, I thought for sure you’d eventually realize that what you felt for me back then was just a crush. Hell, I thought I’d realize the same thing.” David shook his head with a sad little smile that made my heart ache. “But that’s not what happened—at least not for me. Tell me how you feel about me, Emily.”

It was the most terrifying moment of my life. He was patient. He wiped at the tears that were still slowly falling, giving me a chance to pull myself together while he gave me a hopeful, tender smile.

“I love you.”

His eyes closed briefly and he took in a long, deep breath. I followed his lead, smiling a little when I felt his forehead rest against my own.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

My eyes flew open only to close again when he brought our lips together. The kiss was slower than the first. Deliberate. I vaguely registered the sound of shoes hitting the floor beside my bed just before the mattress started to dip under our combined weight. David eased himself beneath the blankets, sliding his body atop mine and molding us together.

I moaned against his lips and slid my hands over his chest, blindly undoing the buttons of his shirt. When it opened, I tried to run my hands over his bare skin only to be stopped by David’s lips leaving mine and moving downward.

“You saved yourself for me, didn’t you?” he asked breathlessly against the column of my neck. I nodded and he groaned. “That’s what I thought. You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I hissed as he licked and sucked at my neck, a large hand splaying wide across my stomach before it slid up to the underside of my breast. “David,please.”

My expectations of what his touch would feel like were nothing compared to the real thing. His mouth moved down to capture my nipple between his lips while his hand pinched the other. I arched under his ministrations, feeling myself growing slicker by the second. His tongue flicked rapidly over my stiff peak while he sucked at the same time. It feltsomuch better than anything I’d ever done to myself.

“More,” I gasped as my hips started moving on their own accord, desperate for friction. “I need more, David.”

“I know, baby,” he murmured before placing a parting kiss to my breast and moving toward the other. “I’ll take care of you.”

He shifted up until one knee was directly between my spread legs. His free hand gripped my thigh to bring it up to meet his and I instinctively understood what he was trying to do. He continued to kiss, lick, and suck at every part of my upper body while I ground myself wantonly against the hard muscle of his thigh. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but the friction was delicious nonetheless.

Eventually, his own needs started to wear at him. He adjusted our position until his hard length was pressed just beside where my panties sat. He rocked against me, letting out soft grunts that made me melt. I gasped when he slipped a little and started rutting himself right over my covered sex.

“I want you so fucking badly, Emily.”

“Then take me!”

“Are you ready?” I nodded, but David wasn’t looking at my face. Instead, he pulled back enough to slip a hand into my panties and ran his fingers through my wetness with a hiss. “You’re soaked for me. Yeah, you’re ready.”

Sitting between my knees, he tugged my underwear down my hips and lifted my legs in the air, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. He hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans before looking back up at me.

“Listen, I usually have a lot of confidence in my staying power, but I want to make absolutely sure that I get you first this time. That okay?”

I wasn’t really following his meaning, but I still found myself nodding as I said, “Yes. I’ll do anything you want.”

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