Page 69 of That One Night
“I know I don’t.” She smiled at him. “I want to.” She kissed him softly. Then she slid down his body until her mouth was pressed against his thigh. “Oh.”
He realized what she was responding to. She’d finally found his tattoo. He swallowed hard, watching her as she read the words etched into the skin below his hip.
I walk alone.
He’d gotten the tattoo years ago. Not long after graduation. And yeah, he’d been in his feeling-sorry-for-himself phase.
She looked up, her lips soft and parted.
“You’re not alone,” she murmured.
The way she said it, like it was an absolute fact, made his chest tighten. But before he could think anymore about that, she slid her lips over him, her mouth warm and velvety, making him gasp because damn, this woman was going to kill him.
Moving back, she almost released him from her lips, her tongue trailing in a circle around him, making his body clench with desire.
“Emery.”
She smiled, taking him harder, creating a rhythm, sliding up and down until he could barely think, let alone speak. Christ, she was perfect. Everything about her drew him in. His body tingled, his breath shortened, and she kept moving, her mouth so maddeningly warm and velvety, her lips making him feel so high he wasn’t sure he’d ever come down.
He reached for her, murmuring her name, feeling the pleasure coiling inside of him like a serpent, ready to beunleashed. His fingers tangled into her soft hair as she reached down to cup his heavy balls.
“Fuck.” His eyes widened. “Emery, I’m gonna come.”
He tried to move her head away. To stop from coming inside of her mouth. But she wouldn’t move. Instead, she flicked out her tongue, tasting him as his orgasm released from him in long, smooth pulses, his eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as she softly swallowed him down.
Christ. This woman was going to be the death of him. He pulled her up to look at him, kissing her, loving the way her body fit so perfectly against his.
Within minutes, his eyes were closed, and he was falling into the kind of deep sleep he hadn’t experienced for a long, long time.
And he didn’t wake until the light was spilling through his bedroom window.
Chapter
Nineteen
You should have wokenme up before you left. – Hendrix
Emery smiled softly at the message on her phone. She’d left his place while he was still sleeping, so deeply she couldn’t bear to wake him to tell him she was heading home. It had been right before five and she wanted to get home before there was any chance of waking her mom.
Plus, she had a lot to think about. So she’d pulled on her clothes and softly tiptoed out of his bedroom, stopping to grab the paperwork that was piled on his table. Mostly because it was grating on her, seeing it all scattered and untouched.
She’d go through it for him. Find out if there was anything pressing in there.
He hadn’t said as much, but she wondered if he had some form of reading disorder. She’d been a teacher for long enough to be able to spot it.
She also knew that some people hated admitting to it. Yes, he could type out a text message. But the reams of words on these long letters were possibly more than he could bear to look at.
You looked like you needed your sleep. – Emery
She tapped it out and hit send, trying not to grin. It was almost impossible not to. She hadn’t stopped smiling all morning.
I’ll see you tonight. – Hendrix
It felt like a promise. One that made her heart race.
“What are you doing?” her mom asked, leaning over the table. “Those aren’t ours,” she said, seeing Hendrix’s name at the top of one of the letters.
“I know.” There was no point in trying to hide it from her. “I’m just going through these for our neighbor.”
