Page 11 of Dating Your Grumpy Neighbor
No one has ever said anything like that to me before. Most people find me too much to handle. I don’t fit into the mold they want me to be. But Emmett doesn’t make me feel that way.
“Emmett?”
“Yeah?”
“Ask me inside,” I say.
His gaze dips down to my lips, and he swallows hard. “Are you sure?”
“Emmett. Ask me inside.”
“Do you want to come inside?”
I lean in and brush my lips against his, just as he did mine after the wedding ceremony.
“Before I said I didn’t know.” I open my door and step out of the truck. “I know now.”
Emmett follows me out of his truck and up the front steps to his house.
The layout inside is the same as mine, so I know where to go to find the main bedroom. His place is lived in, but there is something missing, like the warmth a home feels when there is love in the house.
I take Emmett's hand; I pull him down the hallway to his room. I've barely taken a step in the doorway when his hand grips my hips, and I spin around in place. His lips find mine in a bruising kiss that says everything that he can't express in words. He wants me. The way his tongue moves against mine. The way his hard cock presses between us, sending red hot heat between my legs and making my knees weak.
One arm slips around my waist to hold me up while his free hand cups my full breasts. Emmett kisses a trail down my neck to the swell of my cleavage. My breathing grows ragged, needing more of him but not wanting him to stop what he's doing either.
“Emmett,” I gasp as he tugs down the straps of my dress to free my breasts and pins my arms down. His mouth finds one pebbled peak and then the other. Licking and sucking until my sensitivity reaches its limit. “Emmett!”
His hands move around me to the back of my dress and unzip it. The fabric slips from my body and puddles at our feet. I unhook my bra and drop it to the floor too. Emmett steps back to look at me, his eyes darkening with want.
"Take off your clothes," I say as I walk over to the bed and climb up.
I lay back, feeling free and loving my curves because of the way Emmett is responding to them. He doesn’t move as quickly as I’d hoped, but the way he moves as he slowly pulls off each piece of clothing, his gaze never leaving mine, has me wetter than I've ever been without being touched there.
The wall of muscles on his chest is like a map I’d love to study, but that will be for later. Right now, it's all about experiencing each other for the first time.
Emmett strips down to his boxer briefs and steps around to the end of the bed. His silence is driving me crazy.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
The corner of his mouth ticks up in amusement. “I’m thinking that you are so fucking beautiful, and I can’t believe you’re in my bed right now.”
For a man of few words, he certainly knows the right thing to say.
My knees drop open, and I run my hand down my stomach until it reaches the lace of my panties. Emmett’s nostrils flare with lust as he watches me push my fingers beneath the fabric to the slick folds of my pussy.
I gasp, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as my fingertips dance over my aching clit. Emmett watches me, his muscles tensed like he's doing everything he can to hold himself back. I move my other hand to my bare breasts and pinch the sensitive nipple, loving how it sends a pleasure directly between my thighs.
"Are you just going to watch?" I ask.
His chest heaves with each breath. “It’s an incredible thing to see.”
“Emmett, please.”
He moves quickly up the bed, gripping my knees and pulling me closer to him. My panties tear like tissue paper as his strong hands pull at the fabric. I love the animalistic desire in the hard set of his jaw as Emmett leans over me. My eyelids lower, wanting my other senses to heighten and the pleasure to rocket me to another plane of existence.
Emmett pushes slowly inside me. Every inch of his long, thick cock has my body stretching around him. I have to think to let myself relax before he can push all the way inside me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers tenderly into my ear.
