Page 99 of When to Call a Blitz

I watch as he rounds the counter, and I spin in place as he pins me against it. “I just want to say thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

His eyes flicker to the hall. “She’s asleep?” he asks.

I bite my lip, nodding.

Emmett brings his lips to mine in a slow kiss. His tongue barely touches my lips, but the moan that rips through me is criminal.

His lips make their way to my cheek, and back to my ear, where he nips at the lobe before they make their way down my neck, his tongue drawing small circles as he goes.

My fingers knot in his hair as I pull him closer to me, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his skin.

No amount of close is enough with this man.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers, capturing my lips again.

“Just this once, I think I can manage.”

“We’re going to spend my whole off season in my bed and you can scream as much as you want,” he assures me. His fingers find the hem of my shirt, slipping under them. His touch leaves a trail of warmth in their wake, and when he finds the crest of my breast, I lean into it.

“I think I can manage staying quiet until then,” I promise. I know what he’s hinting at. Juniper will be at school—hopefully—and we’ll have a lot of time here.

Which means he still wants me around.

Emmett looks down at me, his lips curved into a sly smile and before I know it, he turns me, pushing me against the counter. I can feel his cock against my ass through his jeans. He leans intome. “This is all you, baby,” he tells me, kissing the back of my neck and down to my shoulders.

I erupt in the most euphoric chills, and I nearly moan. Instead, I place my head on the cool stone, all too aware of where his lips burn my skin.

His large hand grabs my ass through the pair of sweats I borrowed from him.

“I want to see you in my bed, completely naked every night.” He nips at my shoulder before his tongue darts out, licking the same spot. “I want to see you in my shirts. In my clothes.”

I gulp as his teeth graze my skin. “Emmett,” I whisper.

“Are you mine?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe, and I can feel him hum in approval against me.

His fingers grip at the sweats, quickly pulling them down. The second I step out of the one leg, Emmett grips my one thigh, bringing it up to the counter.

It’s a stretch for me. I’m about average height and these counters have always felt oddly tall, despite Juniper having no issue with them. I feel like I’m on my tiptoes trying to make it work, and yet it feels so fucking hot that I don’t give a damn.

Emmett steps back. “Look at you,” he says, and I look back, watching as he examines me like I’m a feast and he hasn’t eaten for weeks.

“Shh,” I remind him with a smile, and trouble flashes in his blue eyes.

Kneeling, Emmett brings his lips to my clit, placing an unmistakable kiss onto it before moving to my inner thighs.

He kisses up the side of my labia before drifting back down to the crease of my thigh, his hands gripping me like a vice.

I feel what can only be described as an electric shock as the tip of his tongue darts out to flick my clit once before he retreats, blowing on it.

“Emmett—” I call, wanting nothing more than for him to stop his teasing. “Please.”

But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t acknowledge my pleas at all. Instead, he keeps up what he’s been doing, and when one of his hands drifts up, cupping my pussy, I nearly burst right then and there.

The palm of his hand works me as his fingers roll over my clit, and when he finally retreats, I only get a moment to collect myself before he inserts a finger inside of me.

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