Page 42 of Mate Night Snack
She ran her fingers over the old one across his shoulder.
He shivered. “That was a lesson,” he said, voice rough. “The kind that sticks.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Only when I remember it.”
She leaned up and kissed the scar. Then kissed lower.
When he picked her up, she didn’t resist.
His hands slid under her thighs as he carried her to the bed tucked in the corner of the cabin. The quilt was old but soft, the sheets smelling faintly of sage and pine. He laid her down like she was breakable—and then looked at her like he wanted to ruin every part of that illusion.
Her jacket hit the floor. Then her shirt.
He paused when his hands reached the waistband of her jeans. “Katniss.”
She blinked. “Yeah?”
“If we start, I won’t stop.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Then don’t stop.”
His eyes darkened. That stormy, thunder-rolling gray-blue swallowed her whole.
He peeled off her jeans slow, taking in every inch of skin like it was a map only he could read. His hands were rough,calloused, but the way he touched her—her thighs, her hips, her ribs—felt reverent.
“You smell like sunshine and trouble,” he murmured, dragging his mouth across her stomach.
She gasped when his tongue flicked against her skin.
“Emmett.”
He settled between her legs, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. She was soaked through, her pussy aching for friction. When he slid them down, his growl deepened.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She arched into him. “Then touch me.”
He did.
He dragged his tongue slowly between her folds, pausing to flick over her clit until she cried out, her fingers digging into the quilt. He licked her like he wanted to memorize the taste, each pass of his mouth sending sparks straight through her spine.
“You taste like heat,” he said against her. “Like you were made for this.”
Her thighs trembled. “Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he asked, teasing her entrance with the pad of his thumb.
“I need your cock.”
His breath sucked in as he skid his fingers further inside of her.
She didn’t look away. “I need you inside me.”
He climbed up her body, mouth crashing against hers, her arousal wet on his lips. She reached for the button of his jeans, hands fumbling.
He took over, yanking them down along with his boxers.
