Page 127 of There's No Us Without You
I open my mouth to say something—anything—but all that comes out is a strained groan as I sink down onto the mattress, throwing an arm over my face.
“Can we talk?” he says. “I’d like to explain what happened yesterday.”
I shudder at the memory. What the hell do I say?
After witnessing my mother sucking him off, the last thing I want to do is reminisce about it.
“Please, Eden? I really am sorry about what you saw.” Tony’s voice is now laced with desperation.
With a sigh, I rub my forehead. “Fine. Give me an hour. I’ll meet you at the restaurant.” I hang up and drop the phone back on the table.
What could Tony possibly have to say to make this right?
Emerson stirs, so I roll over and wrap an arm around his waist, before throwing a leg over his hips. The warmth of his body calms my racing heart.
Yawning, he hugs me tighter, his eyes remaining closed. “Who was that?” His voice is husky and still full of sleep.
But so damn sexy.
“Tony.” I trace the muscles of his chest with my index finger. “He wants to talk to me about what happened yesterday.”
Emerson is quiet for a moment, the only sound his steady heartbeat under my ear. Then he kisses the top of my head. “Do you need me to come with you? I don’t trust that arsehole.”
His protectiveness makes me smile. If I could hide in this room with him forever, I would.
“And have you threaten to cut his hands off again? No way.” Laughing, I slide over his stomach to straddle his hips, the movement reminding me how sensitive my pussy is.
A lazy smile spreads over Emerson’s lips as he grabs hold of my thighs and digs his fingers in when he shifts slightly. His erection has me involuntarily grinding down, heat now spreading from my inner thighs and into my stomach.
A soft whimper escapes my lips. I could come just like this, our bodies connected in the most intimate of places with only the thin fabric barrier of his boxers and my underwear separating us.
While literally growling, Emerson jolts his hips up. “You’re driving me insane, woman. Stop rubbing yourself on me unless you want my dick inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
His words have me squirming and rocking my hips faster.
“I mean it.” Emerson slaps my arse. “I haven’t had sex in weeks, and just the thought of being inside you is practically enough to have me coming in my boxers. Please don’t make me embarrass myself.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I say, wrinkling my nose as I poke him in the ribs. “And here I thought Will was the bossy one.”
Eyes narrowed on me, I’m thrown onto my back in one swift movement, then he settles between my legs. “How long until you have to meet Tony?” He brushes the hair from my face and presses a light kiss to my lips.
“An hour,” I say against his mouth. “Why?”
With a shift of his hips again, his hardness rubs up against my clit, igniting a fire inside my veins I never knew could feel so good.
I moan, now understanding why he wanted me to stop moving moments ago. I’m burning up, my skin crawling with the need to be touched.
“That’s a shame.” Forehead pressed to mine, his warm breath dances over my face. “Because what I want to do to you will take all day, Pop-Tart.”
My breathing becomes shallow, and my skin flushes as Emerson’s body heat consumes me. God, he feels so good between my legs, his skin so smooth under my fingertips as I trail them up his back and over his muscular shoulders.
I thread my fingers through his hair and press soft kisses to his neck. “Maybe I can be a little late.”
The saltiness of his skin mixed with the heady scent of his body wash has my mouth watering.
What I wouldn’t give to taste all of him.
To have him come undone because of me.
