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“I know.” The feeling was overwhelming.
“I didn’t.. I haven’t…” She shook her head. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
“Like what?” He had to grit his teeth as he attempted to stay still. Every cell of his body wanted to fuck like he’d never fucked before. It was exquisite torture, staying still, waiting for her to speak.
She inhaled, like she was short of breath. “So intimate. Like perfection.”
This woman was going to kill him, sweet word by sweet word. He groaned softly, burying his face in the dip between her neck and her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her skin.
He curled his fingers around her hips, lifting her up until he was almost out of her, then slid her back down, making them both groan. She was so tight and so perfect. His mouth sought hers, kissing her softly as he started to find a rhythm.
“So good,” she gasped.
“I know.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Not sure I can.”
She laughed softly against him, the shaking of her body causing him to groan in pleasure. And then he put one handbetween them, finding the aching center of her nerves, rolling his finger against her until her eyes were wide with pleasure.
“Oh my god,” she whispered as their rhythm increased. “I can’t believe I’m so close already.”
“Do it. Come for me.” He could feel it. The tightening around his cock. She started to tremble on his lap, her head dropping against his shoulder, her breath warm on his skin.
And then she stilled, a strangled gasp escaping her mouth, her body tightening so hard around him that he couldn’t move her even if he wanted to.
“Oh….” She bit down on his shoulder, the sudden pain so close to pleasure that he felt himself thicken even more inside of her. And then she was coming, clinging onto him, calling out his name as he held her tightly.
He followed her seconds later, a low, aching groan rumbling through his chest as he spilled inside of her. And that’s where they stayed, her straddling him, his arms around her, holding her tight, their lips moving together like they couldn’t bear to stop.
It wasn’t until Frank let out a bray that rational thought rushed back into his brain.
Emery started to giggle and fuck if that didn’t send some aftershocks through him. His eyes caught hers and he grinned.
“I’ve never had sex outside before,” she murmured.
For some reason that made him feel ten feet tall.
“Well we can have sex inside, in about half an hour,” he told her.
Just as soon as he remembered how to breathe again.
Chapter
Twenty-One
“Oh. My. God.”Maisie’s voice lifted a whole octave. “I can’t believe you did it. Everything on the original and the best list, except stay up all night talking.”
Emery looked at the list. There were checkmarks against every one except number four. “I know. I’m expecting a gold star as soon as you’re back on US soil.”
“You should just ask him to not sleep,” Maisie told her. “Get them all ticked off.”
“I can’t. The man has to work with heavy machinery. I’m not going to beg him to stay up all night talking to me. I like his body intact, thank you very much.”
Emery was in the town square, heading over to the diner to grab a coffee before driving home. She’d spent the morning in the library. With only a month left before she was due back at work, she needed to start working on her lesson plans. They had a week of in-service at school without the students coming in, where she could get the classroom ready. That way the fall semester would start with a bang.
She’d been sneaking over to Hendrix’s cottage every night. Waiting until her mom was asleep, then tiptoeing over like a teenager heading out for a booty call.
