Page 39 of King of Guilt

I couldn’t stop replaying her confession, over and over.

It made the butterflies in my stomach erupt.

As soon as Emma dropped a hand down between us, I growled into her mouth. She wrenched her lips away and threw her head to the side. I pressed myself against her, my erection straining against the fabric of my boxers. Her fingers trembled as she reached behind me and tugged.

I grunted with impatience, sat back, and yanked them off, throwing them into the heap on the floor. When I pressed myself to her, her flushed skin melted against mine, sending red hot desire coursing through my veins. My body fit against hers as we moved, touching, kissing and tracing, as if we were starving for each other. I marveled at the feel of her smooth skin, hot against mine. Slowly, I traced a path up to her breasts and stopped at the nipples, tugging and twisting.

Her mouth parted, and she whimpered my name.

My heart was thudding against my ears as I lowered my head and took one nipple between my teeth, sucking and biting as I did. Emma threaded her fingers through my hair and squirmed underneath me. I moved to the other nipple and did the same, leaving them both as hard as pebbles. She reached between us and wrapped her fingers around me, squeezing.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I went still.

She shifted, so I was positioned at her entrance. I brought my hands to a stop on either side of her, grabbing a fistful of the sheet. With a moan, I thrust into her, and she linked her legs over my waist automatically and squeezed. I eased out and slammed back into her, earning a high-pitched whimper that reverberated inside of my head.

Emma lifted her head up off the pillow and buried her face in the crook of my neck. As I eased in and out of her, she began to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck. When she reached my lobes, she tugged hard, before running her tongue over it. Her moaning breaths were like music to my ears as she moved to the other side of my neck, licking a path down my chest, stopping at the smattering of hair there.

She pressed a curled hand on my chest over the thundering of my heart and smiled. I curled my hands into fists at my side and pressed my forehead to hers. Sweat broke out across her forehead and down the sides of her face. I touched my lips to her forehead and shifted, bringing my forehead to a rest against the headboard.

In the background, I heard the bed dip and creak underneath us.

Her arms came up around my shoulders and squeezed. She linked her fingers over my neck and ground against me. I eased out of her and slammed back in, earning another loud moan. Then I brought my hands to a rest against the headboard and circled my hips. Together, we moved, in perfect sync, taking and giving equal amounts of pleasure until we were both covered in sweat.

And nothing else mattered.

When I glanced down at her face, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open. Her chest rose and fell, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She threaded her fingers through my hair and sighed. Once her hips rose up off the mattress, meeting each thrust with one of her own, I growled her name.

My name was a chant on her lips.

She repeated it over and over as our movements turned eager, frantic, as if we were running out of time. Abruptly, she tightened her legs around my waist, drawing me closer. I dropped my head to her neck and grazed the sensitive skin there, latching onto it hungrily. Goosebumps broke out across her flesh, and she shivered.

The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room, punctuated by her occasional whimper. Suddenly, she was writhing and spasming against me, her chest heaving with effort. I slowed and bent my head to look down at her, her head thrown back, her slender neck exposed. Once she blew out a breath, and her eyes flew open, she looked straight at me and smiled.

And my stomach dipped.

I moved in and out of her at a steady pace, hurtling closer and closer to the edge while she raked her fingers over my back. A short while later, when she came undone a second time, it prompted my own release, and my body began to shake. I jerked and writhed while I emptied myself into her. Then she was clutching me, her head pressed against my chest. I sucked in huge mouthfuls of air. Little by little, I eased out of her and collapsed against the mattress. Blindly, I reached for her and tucked her against me. She threw one leg up over me and brought her face to a rest against my chest.

I threw an arm over her shoulders and exhaled.

She curled against me and let out a satisfied sigh. When I felt her eyes on me, I twisted my head to the side and cupped her face. Her hazel eyes grew wide when I bridged the gap between us and gave her a sweet kiss. She smiled against my mouth and nuzzled against me.

In silence, the two of us drifted off in the center of my bed.

nineteen

Dumbfounded

Emma

The moment my alarm went off was painful. The sounds pierced into my ears, and my eyelids reacted with a squeeze before I had to will them apart. As if hungover and reeling, it took me a minute to realize where I was. Dean’s bedroom suite— in his bed.

As my eyes roamed around the room, I noticed how different it looked in broad daylight. My fingers ran along my naked shoulder, down to my collarbone, where they met Dean’s hand. His head was on my chest, and he was still sleeping so peacefully that I felt bad about having to wake him up.

For a moment, I watched his relaxed face, free from all expressions that had plagued him for so long. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyes closed. He must have been dreaming, because I could see motion underneath those eyelids with the thick, black lashes.

What happened last night?

I couldn’t exactly explain how my crying to my mom over the phone had led to sex with Dean, except that he’d heard me. I should have been feeling mortified, but I wasn’t. Perhaps only slightly concerned that he might have used my feelings for him to score another night of carefree sex.

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