Page 78 of For Emery

“Bed,” I said, incapable of a coherent sentence.

He twisted me in his arms and his lips crashed down on mine. I wasn’t the only one having difficulty controlling myself. His tongue dipped inside my mouth, entangling with mine, fighting for control. He walked us back toward the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the bed, he picked me up and lowered me down in the center. He pulled back and kneeled over me. It was the first time he was seeing me virtually naked and his eyes lit up as they wandered over me.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and stared back, wondering what he was thinking. He’d seen me at all my awkward stages, but he’d never seen me like this.

“You’re a dream come true,” he said, before reaching behind his neck and pulling his shirt over his head.

My cheeks pulsed with heat, undoubtedly reddening as he stood. I watched him strip down to his boxers then step toward the bed.

“Wait.”

His eyes narrowed.

I swallowed down hard. “Take off your boxers.”

A slow cocky grin slid across his lips before he unabashedly pushed his boxers down his legs.

I tried not to stare, but I’d never seen a naked guy before. Sure, I’d seen them online, but not like this. Not right in front of me. Not Jordan. And I knew, by the looks of…it, he was ready if I was. I stared at him. He stared back. With bated breath, I nodded slightly, giving him the okay.

Jordan didn’t hesitate, moving forward and climbing on top of me. I lay back, slipping my arms around his hips as he covered me with his naked body. He braced his weight on his elbows beside my head and gazed down at me. “If this is as far as we go tonight, it would still be perfect.”

“For who?” I asked, incredulously.

He snickered. “I told you I don’t want to ruin this, Em. And sleeping together on the first date is a surefire way to do that.”

“Says who?”

“Anyone who’s done it.”

“But they’re not you and me. And they haven’t waited almost their entire life to have you look at them the way you’re looking at me right now. So, I say we make up our own rules. And we do what feels right for us.”

He bent his head and kissed me slowly, giving me what I wanted.

My hands drifted up his back, his tight muscles forming dips and valleys under his smooth skin. His lower body relaxed on top of me, and my thong’s single strip of material didn’t shield me from the hard length of him pressing between us.

My fingertips skated down his back, sliding over the dip beneath his spine and over his ass. My fingernails dug into his skin as his mouth continued to torture me slowly. I wanted to feel him between my legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I shifted my hips, trying to get closer. The head of his penis brushed me. Holy. Hell. I shifted again, trying to hit the same spot. My eyes rolled back as the friction sent zingers to my core.

Both of us were panting hard when Jordan pulled back from my mouth. “Em, I’m having a really hard time controlling myself right now, and you shifting your ass and trying to rub up on my dick is sending me pretty close to the edge.”

The matter-of-fact way he said it made my belly ripple.

“And while, that’s not always a bad thing,” he continued. “Tonight, I wanna make this good for you.”

“It already is good,” I assured him.

“Yeah, well, just because you’re stroking my ego right now, doesn’t mean I want it over in five minutes.”

I nodded again, realizing he wasn’t upset, more frustrated he couldn’t control himself.

“Now you need to promise me, for the next few minutes, you’re not going to touch me.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t believe you.” He reached down, grabbed my wrists, and pinned my arms above my head.

I couldn’t move. And I liked it. More than I ever thought I would. My chest rose and fell, my body buzzing with need.

Jordan released my wrists.

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