Page 53 of Unhinged Cravings
Her shiver cascaded through her body and as I lowered my face to hers, she reached her hands up and pulled my mouthdown. It took all of another minute of kissing before I could no longer take it. I needed her with a desperation that was gripping my chest. Lifting myself, I stood, my eyes lazily gliding over her body as she propped herself on her elbows. Her eyes held a glazed look that only made her more ravishing.
With deliberate slowness, I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Her sight drifted over my chest, her tongue gliding over her top lip.
“Put that away before I put it to use,” I told her, unhooking my belt.
She shifted to her knees, crawling over to me. The jump in my pants was painful and when she slid her hands up my legs then over my chest, her warm eyes laced with seduction, it only worsened. I took a chunk of her hair and tilted her head back.
“Careful, sweetheart, I’m not one to tease.”
“And I’m not one to threaten.” A flicker of danger lit her eyes, and that unhinged craving for her grew. Tracing the tattoos on my chest, she followed her hands with her mouth, dragging it lower. I released her hair and unbuttoned my pants. Her eyes flitted to me when I unzipped them and let them drop to the floor. I freed my dick from my boxers, loving how those chocolate irises drifted down to watch me stroke myself. Swiping my finger over my tip, I brought it to her lips and watched as her tongue circled it.
Damn, she was sexy, and she was destroying me. She lowered her mouth to me, her eyes glancing up just as I tipped my pelvis and filled her waiting mouth. I hadn’t intended to use her mouth yet, but the invitation was there, and I wasn’t turning it down. Fisting her hair again, I let her guide the pace, closing my eyes at the sensation of her tongue gliding over my shaft. She took more of me, and I couldn’t help the thrusts of my hips that sent me so deep she was gagging. I held her head steady until I yanked her from me, loving the string of saliva that fell from her mouth and landed on her chest. She sucked in a deep breath, and I shoved her back to the bed.
“I’ll let you know when I’m ready to fill that mouth. Right now. I want to be buried deep inside of you until you’re coming so hard around me that you milk the cum from me.”
Her lips, now red and swollen, parted with a quiet gasp. I opened the drawer to my bedside table and pulled out a condom, noticing her raised brow as I ripped it open with my teeth.
“Keeping condoms in your drawer for all the women you bring home? How many women have slept in this bed, Emerson?”
Every time she used my name, it burrowed deeper into me like some claim she had on me.
Rolling the condom out, I crawled over her, nudging her legs apart. I rested my tip at her opening, groaning at the sensation.
“How many?” she asked.
I nibbled at her neck, then dragged my cheek over hers. “Not many, wildcat. I rarely make it out of the club before I’m fucking them.”
She hissed. A glorious sound that meant more than I thought she wanted to admit. I moved an inch further into her, burying my face in her hair as I tried to pace myself. “And how many men have slept in your bed, sweetheart?”
As soon as the question was out of my mouth, I regretted it. Intense envy sat on its haunches, ready to pounce.
“A few,” she said. “But seeing as you have fifteen years on me, Emerson, I think your body count is bigger.”
I lifted my head, pinning her wrists with my hands and pulling out of her. Eyes wide, mouth parting, she waited for my reaction. Envy had its talons in me. “I’m going to wipe their memories from you.” I thrust into her, gritting my teeth at how good it felt. Her body bowed, her head flew back, but I grabbed it and forced her to look at me. Pulling back out of her against my body’s protests, I said, “Every stroke.” I thrust back into her, growling, “Every thrust.” Sliding out again then plowing into her, I knew there was no way I was leaving her warmth again untilboth of us were satisfied. “Every time I fill you, wildcat, I will erase another memory.”
I released her wrists, and she clawed at my back, her legs circling me and forcing me deeper. “And all those gorgeous brunettes?” Her mouth captured mine in a breathless kiss that had me thrusting with abandon.
“Never existed,” I grunted, moving my hand to her neck and hearing her breath hitch. The jealousy, the possessive claims, the need to own her and accept the claim she’d somehow just made on me should have stopped me, but I was too far gone. Had been for days.
My hand followed the curve of her body, wrapping under her knee and pushing it into her chest. She cried out when I sank into her full depths, driving into her with heated thrusts. The only thing that could have been better than being inside of Ava was if I’d been riding her bare. The thought of spilling freely into her had my rhythm increasing, my release barreling down on me. Her heel was digging into me, pushing me deeper and I grabbed it, raising it up like I had the other and pinning her with her legs. A moan so animalistic it called to my pending climax, coaxing it closer, fell from her mouth.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
She gave me a devious grin. “Are you going to make me?”
I was too close for games, but I wanted her to come for me…no, I wanted her to come with me. It was something I’d never cared about, but the thought of Ava clamping down on me as I chased her release had my balls swelling.
“Good girls don’t make demands,” I said, freeing her legs and sitting back, ignoring the uncomfortable throbbing of my lower body and the need that had me in its grasp.
She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. “Please make me come again, Emerson. I want to come with you.”
She could have said anything, and I would have obliged, butthose words, along with my name, had my mouth on her breast and my thumb on her clit. I slowed my rhythm, taking deep, steady strokes inside of her, hindering my release until her legs were quaking and her nails were digging into the sheets. When she was so close that I noted her muscles tightening around me, I drove into her harder. She came, her scream loud until I smothered it with my lips. Grabbing one hand with mine and her leg with my other, I tore into her, my climax thundering through me and joining hers in a symphony of groans.
Rapture. Ecstasy. They were words I’d used lightly, but now I knew their true meaning. Never had I come so intensely, never had I wanted to stay buried in a woman, to never have to separate from her, to never need to let her go. Until now. Until Ava.
I dropped my head to hers, our breaths rapid and unsteady. We had crossed a line, one that had faded with each passing day but one that now changed who we were. No longer hostage and captor, but something more. I couldn’t deny it, even if defining it terrified me.
Chapter Eighteen
