Page 103 of For Emery

His eyes opened.

“I’m ready.”

That must’ve been what he’d been waiting for. He pushed my shorts down my legs and tossed them across the room. He scooted down my body, urged my legs apart, and disappeared between them.

Holy shit.

His warm mouth landed between my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as his tongue darted out, tracing a long hard lick up the seam of my body. Holy. Shit. I panted louder than I thought possible as he did it again and again. “Jordan.”

“Got you, babe. No worries.”

His lips closed over my clit and he sucked. Hard. I pulled in a sharp breath. Sweet Jesus. He added his tongue and circled it. Around and around. Oh, God. When my panting wasn’t enough to show him how much I loved what he was doing to me, he lapped at my clit.

My head pushed back into the bed as my hands grasped at his shoulders. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep him right where he was or push him off me. Sensations swirled. My clit throbbed.

Oh. My. God.

He abandoned my clit, leaving me gasping for air as if I’d just run a marathon. I groaned my displeasure.

“Not done,” he murmured between my legs. His tongue returned, swiping along my folds in a slow, torturous path. He stopped on my clit and swirled his tongue around it, flicking it again and again. Then he repeated. Swipe. Swirl. Flick.

That was it.

My legs trembled.

My core coiled.

And all at once, tremors exploded, rippling out to the tips of my toes and fingertips.

Oh. My. Freaking. God.

I could barely catch my breath as the tremors began to subside and a warm buzz radiated from every pore in my body. I lay there with my heart racing, relishing in the numbness sweeping over me.

Jordan kept at it, milking my body for all he could until I lay limp and satiated. He finally stopped torturing me and kissed his way up my body until he covered me with his.

“I had no idea something like that was even possible,” I admitted, half-drunk on what he’d done to me.

He snickered.

“Can we do it again?” I asked.

“And again. And again.”

Jordan made good on his promise, making my body quake in the most delicious ways over and over again that night. Raquel must’ve realized we needed time alone because she didn’t return until the next morning.

Smart girl.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Grady

I walked into the locker room to the applause and cheers of my teammates. I looked over my shoulder out the doorway, pretending I didn’t know it was all for me. But when I turned back, they all greeted me with pats on the back and hugs.

“Welcome back, dude,” Rivers said.

“Hasn’t been the same without you,” Hayes assured me.

“They mean it hasn’t been as loud without you,” Abbott shouted from nearby.

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