Page 17 of Merrily Mine
Her breathing was rough, but after a few minutes, she melted against me, the fire quickly warming me up all the way through. Emily might have been able to change into dry clothes, but I didn’t have any others with me.
I’d gotten in my truck, thankful that I had four-wheel drive and studded tires, and driven over here so fast I hadn’t even stopped to think about grabbing anything. There was probably a duffle bag with a spare change of clothes or two in my backseat—I always kept them in there, in case of emergencies—but I wasn’t trekking outside in the snow again to go find out.
Especially not when I had her in my lap.
This beautiful girl, one I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind since the bar. Part of me wished she had just been some random stranger, one I could have flirted with and taken home to my bed, but Emily deserved better than just one night.
I pressed a kiss to her neck. “Now where were we…” I whispered, sliding my hands under her sweatshirt. Imagine my surprise when I’d realized she wasn’t wearing anything under it. My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of her rosy tits bare underneath the fabric.
She let out a gasp as I snaked my hands up her body, cupping her breasts and running my fingers over her nipples.
Emily arched her head back, turning to look at me.
“Yes?” I asked, pausing my efforts to make sure she wanted this.
She nodded. “Fuck,yes. Please touch me.”
That was the only answer I needed—the permission to touch her like I’d wanted to for days. I massaged her breasts, rubbing her peaked nipples over and over. She let out a small moan, and I reached down, needing her sweatshirtoff.
“I need to see you,” I said, my voice hardly more than a rough rasp against her skin.
The sweatshirt came off, and then her creamy, bare skin was exposed to me. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, ignoring my hardening erection.
Emily turned in my lap, giving me a full view of her pretty pink nipples for the first time, and I almost groaned. They were perfect, perky little handfuls that I wanted to get my mouth on immediately.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. “God, look at you.” I shook my head. She was perfect. Undeniably beautiful.
How was a girl like her still single? How had no one scooped her up and locked her down? They were all damn fools. Emily Sullivan was like something out of a dream.
She made a humming noise as her hands trailed down my chest, tugging my henley out of my jeans before she guided it off over my head, exposing my chest.
“Look at me?” She tsk’d her tongue. “Look atyou, cowboy.” Her fingers traced the ridges of my stomach, over my abs and through my chest hair. Emily leaned forward, her chest pressing against mine as she wound her arms around my neck.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, tracing my finger over her bottom lip. So sweet. So perfect. She smelled like cranberries and something sweet andsin.I couldn’t get enough of it. Fuck holding back. Fuck staying away.
Her lips found mine once again, and it was a lazy exploration of each other’s mouths as I dipped my fingers into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, sliding my thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties.Fuck.She bit my lip, and I kissed her back roughly, sucking on her tongue, needingmore.
I left a trail of kisses down her neck before bending down to take her nipple into my mouth as she let her head fall back. Swirling my tongue over her hardened peak, I took my time to worship her breasts.
Emily whimpered. “Mason…” She rocked her hips, grinding down on top of my length.
Popping off her breast with a wet sound, I looked up at her, grinning. “Goddamn, darlin’.”
Her breaths were coming out in little pants as she resumed her exploration of my body with her hands, letting them wander down to the bulge in my pants. She cupped it, squeezing lightly, and it was my turn to bite her lip.
“Careful,” I warned, placing my hand over hers to still her.
“Or what?” She fluttered her eyelashes, and I grabbed her hips before rolling us, setting her on her back on the blanket.
Kissing her neck, I let my lips trail down her body, pressing them to the swells of her breasts, her stomach, before leaning back on my knees, resting my hands on her hips.
“Or…” I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pajamas, dragging them down her skin before pulling them off her ankles. “I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
Her brown hair spread around her on the blanket, and she ran her teeth over her bottom lip as I threw her bottoms off to the side.
“So do it. Lose control.” Her voice was all breathy and low.
I ran my nose up the side of her leg. “Yeah?”
