Page 44 of Embers in Autumn
She moaned, the sound shameless and sweet, and it went straight to my cock.
“Dean, please.”
“Please what?” I teased, sliding a finger inside her, slow, curling until she cried out softly. “Tell me what you want, Amber.”
Her head fell back, hair spilling over her shoulders, and she choked out, “More. I need more.”
I gave her what she wanted, thrusting deeper, adding a second finger, my thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit. Her body clenched around me, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps. She was beautiful like this—open, needy, unraveling just for me.
“Fuck, Amber,” I rasped. “Watching you fall apart like this—I could get used to it.”
Her hips rocked into my hand, chasing it, and I knew she was close. I sped up, pressing harder, fucking her with my fingers until she shattered with a cry, her thighs trembling around me.
I didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop stroking her until she sagged against me, her chest heaving, sweat dampening her hairline.
But my cock was rock hard, straining painfully against myjeans, and when she blinked up at me with that dazed, wrecked look, she reached down and tugged at my belt.
“Your turn,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
I groaned, fumbling with the buckle until my jeans slid low enough for her to wrap her hand around me. The first stroke nearly undid me, her grip warm and perfect, and I cursed against her mouth.
“Amber, fuck—”
She guided me toward her, her panties already shoved aside, her slickness coating the head of my cock. I pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching her lips part, her eyes flutter shut, her body stretch to take me.
“Jesus Christ,” I ground out, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel like heaven.”
Her arms locked around my neck as I sank deeper, until I was buried inside her, throbbing, fighting the urge to lose it right then. I held still for a moment, breathing hard, letting her adjust, letting myself hold on.
“Move,” she whispered, desperate.
I obeyed.
The counter rocked as I thrust into her, slow at first, then harder when her moans filled the small shop. Each roll of my hips drove me deeper, the slick slide of her body pulling me closer to the edge.
Her nails raked down my back through my sweater, her breath hot against my ear. “Dean, oh God—don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” I growled, pounding into her harder, faster, until the sound of our bodies drowned out the patter of rain outside.
Her walls tightened around me, her cries sharper, higher. “Dean—I’m—”
“Come for me again,” I ordered, grinding my thumb against her clit as I thrust deep. “Now, Amber. Come all over my cock.”
She shattered with a scream, clenching around me so tight I nearly lost it. I buried myself in her, groaning her name as my release tore through me, hot and violent, filling her until I couldn’t breathe.
For a long moment, we just clung to each other, sweaty, panting, her thighs still trembling around me.
The rain outside drummed steady against the glass, the whole town none the wiser about what had just happened on the counter of the bookstore.
I pressed a kiss to her damp temple, still inside her, still catching my breath. “Told you,” I whispered hoarsely. “Live performance, so much better than the dramatic reading.”
CHAPTER 13
Amber
God. I really needed that.
My whole body still hummed, every nerve buzzing, every breath catching like my lungs couldn’t keep up. Dean’s weight was solid against me, his lips hot on my temple, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him again. Slow this time, softer, like gratitude poured into a kiss.
