Page 36 of Higher Ground
“Because I saw you.” Byron let out a shaky sigh and brought his hand up to scratch at his jaw. He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to, Em, but I saw you and if I see you again, I’m not going to be able to stand here like a gentleman while I hold the light for you.”
Her mouth dropped open with a gasp. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. It pounded in her neck and throbbed in her core.
“Good,” she whispered. It was shaky and quiet and not at all the confidence she wanted to portray right now, but it was all she could muster.
“Emory,” Byron warned her, hesitating.
She pulled her lips into her mouth to wet them and let her bottom lip out with a faintpop. “I said good,” she managed to say. “Open your eyes.”
He might have, but if he did, he moved too quickly for her to notice. One second, he was a foot away from her, squeezing his eyes shut, and then the next, he was standing over her with a hand behind her neck. The torch hung at his side as he backed her against the shower screen and crashed his lips into hers.
He moaned as she opened her mouth, inviting him in. Emory kept one hand to her chest, holding the towel around her, but she let the other hand feel up his arm and loop behind his head. She grabbed at the short hair on the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. His tongue explored her mouth, running against her own while his lips held her close.
It was all frenzy and wild and fucking hot. Byron must have put the torch down because he ran his hand up her inner thigh, ducking under the loose ends of the towel. He traced his fingers higher, pausing when he reached the little dip.
His featherlight touch tickled Emory, and she gasped. Byron pulled back from their kiss, his hand unmoving.
“Emory?”
She hummed. She didn’t trust herself with words anymore.
Byron’s forehead rested against her own. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
His thumb inched closer to the apex of her thigh. He was so close. So. Close. She pushed her hips forward, but he held her still.
“Use your words, Em.”
Emory pulled in a deep breath, letting it out with a shaky sigh. The word was caught in her throat, but she knew she needed to voice it. “Y-yes,” she stammered.
Byron caught the word with his lips. He kissed her like his life depended on it and dipped his hand to her core. His thumb pressed against her clit as his fingers stroked through her folds, spreading her wetness all around her.
He moaned into her mouth. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? So fucking ready for me.”
Emory whimpered. She could do nothing more than kiss him and hold him close. When he pressed two fingers inside her, she gasped against his mouth and dropped her towel. She felt so full, more so than her own hand had ever made her feel. Her head dropped back against the cool glass of the shower screen, and Byron kissed his way down her neck. While his fingers pumped in and out of her, he pulled her breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked her nipple, and her knees began to shake.
Popping off her breast, Byron stilled his fingers. “Not yet,” he warned her. “Not until I’ve had a chance to see how good you taste.”
Nodding her head, Emory held her breath. Byron pressed his thumb against her clit but kept his fingers still.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To come all over my tongue? Your pussy is fucking aching for it.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Oh, Em, it will be my fucking pleasure.”
Byron dropped to his knees in front of her and hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder. His breath was warm against her cunt and Emory reached a hand above her head to grab the top of the shower door. Byron growled against her core, and she felt it vibrate through her bones.
When his tongue flicked against her clit, she melted against him. She pulled him closer, grinding her hips against his face in an act of pure need. There was no other way to explain it.
He licked her pussy, devouring her like she was his last meal until her legs began to shake again. Her chest heaved as her release soared nearer. Byron dipped his fingers back between her folds and thrust them into her. He curled them against her inner walls and grazed his teeth against her clit and Emory was nothing but a puddle. With one hand holding her weight, he drew her orgasm out until she was gasping for breath and shaking all over. He continued to suck on her clit until every tiny spasm eased.
Standing up, Byron wrapped his arms around Emory’s waist and lifted her into his arms. She pulled his face towards hers, kissing him as she caught her breath. The taste of her desire on his tongue was more than enough to fuel the fire in her veins.
“The condoms,” she moaned against his mouth. “My room.”
Byron carried her across the dark hall, barely breaking their kiss. Hazy, cloud-covered moonlight bled into the room through the open curtains, giving them just enough light to find the bed. Emory crawled across it, reaching for the bedside table and pulling out the box.
