Page 126 of There's No Us Without You
Emerson hums his approval and slows the pace of his fingers while pulling his mouth away from my clit.
I’d thank him, but I’m unable to open my eyes, let alone speak actual words.
I’ve been deprived of whatever magic that was. I’ve had orgasms with myself, but never like that.
A slow grin curls the corners of my lips, and I finally manage to pry my eyes open when Emerson slides his fingers out of me, leaving me empty but . . . oh . . . so . . . satisfied.
He sucks one finger clean. “You taste so fucking good. Did you know that?”
I shake my head, squirming again, heat pooling between my thighs for a second time.
Is it even possible to go again straight after an orgasm?
Smirking, Emerson presses the second finger to my lips. “Open for me, Pop-Tart. Taste yourself.”
Wanting to please him, I open my mouth, allowing him to slide his finger over my tongue before I close my lips around it.
I suck and lick, loving the taste of myself mixed with the saltiness of his skin.
Emerson bites down on his bottom lip while he watches me. Then, he slides his fingers from my mouth, dragging them down my chin to leave a wet trail behind.
“Good?”
I nod.
Grinning, he flings himself onto his side beside me, and rests his head in his hand while he trails the fingers of his free hand over the sensitive skin on my stomach. “I’m giving you half an hour to rest, then we’re doing that again. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper as I brush his hair back from his forehead—he’s just as sweaty as I am.
“Thank fuck. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you?” With a sigh, he pulls me to his chest, tucking my head under his chin.
I shove my hand under his shirt to feel his warm skin against mine. “I really am sorry, Em.”
“I know you are, Pop-Tart.”
The sun slowly sets as we lay there, me listening to Emerson’s slow heartbeat while he traces small circles on the skin between my shoulder blades.
If this is what falling in love feels like, then I want to stay falling forever.
THIRTY-SIX
Eden
My phone vibrateson the bedside table, so I pry Emerson’s warm arm from around my waist and roll over to grab it.
“Hello?” I say around a yawn.
There’s only silence and what sounds like heavy breathing.
Crap.
Maybe I should have checked who was calling before I answered, but considering I’ve already blocked Kent’s number, it can’t be him.
Unless, of course, he’s ringing me from a private number.
I pull the phone away from my ear to glance at the screen. The number is one I don’t recognise, so I press the phone to my ear again in case it’s just a bad line. “Hello?” I say again, this time sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
“Eden, it’s Tony.” His voice is hoarse, as though he’s just woken up as well.
