Page 124 of There's No Us Without You
I moan into his mouth, nipping and licking every inch I can reach.
I sure as hell never expected to end up here, especially after last night. Yet here we are, tongues colliding and hearts racing.
Emerson drops the hand from the back of my neck and drags it down to cup my bum. His fingers dig in, making me gasp.
He groans and moves lower to press soft, warm kisses down my jaw, my neck, then to my chest. “Those sounds you make drive me goddamn crazy,” he says against my hot skin.
“Youdrivemecrazy.” I grip the back of his neck to steer his mouth back to mine.
His lips part when my tongue brushes over the bottom one, and when it collides with his again, he moans—the sound so sensual, I almost lose myself in him entirely.
I want him so much.
But more than that, I want to show him I’ll never betray his trust again. For as long as I live, I’ll give him everything, every part of me, every moan, every kiss, every soft touch.
My beating, bleeding heart.
He needs to know that everything I’ve done up to this point always involved feelings. At least for me.
He’s hard not to love.
Love.
I let my hands fall from Emerson’s neck, down to his chest, and I run my fingers over the soft cotton of his shirt. Our bodies are pressed so close together, I can almost hear his heart thrumming beneath my palms, matching the pace of my own.
In one swift movement, he cups my bum with both hands and hauls me up around his waist to walk me over to the bed. My back hits the mattress while Emerson leans over me, hands on either side of my waist, while he plants soft kisses from my jaw, down my neck, and to the swell of my breasts popping out of my top.
“I want to taste you,” Emerson says between kisses, and reaches for the button of my jeans. “I’ve wanted you on my tongue from the moment I saw you. Do you know what it’s like having you this close all the time and not being able to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. I know exactly what it’s like to want something with every part of your soul.
My grip on the quilt cover tightens, the fabric now bunched between my fingers, when he lifts my shirt and swirls his tongue around my navel. My skin heats and cools, all at the same time, when Emerson’s warm breath rushes over my damp skin.
My hips move all on their own, which makes him laugh. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
“Em, please,” I say, desperation seeping from my words. “Just kiss me.”
“Greedy, too.” With a smirk, he runs the tip of his nose over my sensitive skin, his gaze never leaving mine.
I’m gone, totally lost in him and the fire burning in those hazel eyes of his. He’s giving me so much of himself with just one look, and I want to return everything.
Biting his bottom lip, he continues the slow torture of lowering my zipper. Fingertips brushing over the sensitive skinof my lower stomach, he hooks his fingers into the top of my underwear and jeans and drags them both down my thighs.
Once the items of clothing are sitting in a pile on the floor, he sits back on his heels and takes in my nakedness.
For a moment I lay there listening to Emerson’s heavy breathing and my pulse racing through my ears. But when he hasn’t made a move, I lift my head. “Em?”
Chest rising and falling, he clenches his jaw, but doesn’t lift his eyes from between my legs.
Crap.
Does he think I’m ugly down there?
All my insecurities come rushing to the surface, reminding me that men who look like Emerson don’t fuck women who look like me, and I attempt to cover myself before he can get too close.
In seconds, Emerson has my hands pinned to my sides as he hovers over me. “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me, Eden. Do you hear me? Every little thing you think is a flaw is everything I love about you. I want your thighs wrapped around my neck as I taste the sweetness of your pussy. I want my hands roaming every inch of your curves. And I want to cup your full breasts and take each nipple into my mouth as you ride my cock.”
Holy Jesus. I’m squirming, barely able to contain myself.
