Page 89 of Cougar

That’s all I need to hear before my lips are on hers, my tongue sliding between her already parted lips. My heart pounds against my rib cage as the room spins around us.

My hands dig into the back of her thighs and I lift, my lips never leaving hers as she wraps her legs around my waist. Carrying her down the hall to my bedroom, I make a mental list of everything I want to do to her. I kick the door shut behind me, her legs tightening around my waist, and our kissing turns frantic and needy as I lay us down on the bed.

Emerson’s small hands grab at the hem of my shirt, her fingers digging into the skin of my back as she rocks against me. Breaking the kiss, I sit back on my heels to pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she removes her shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants, I drag them and her panties down her legs, revealing a tiny patch of hair between her legs, and I let out an audible groan.

Standing from the bed, I stare down at her. Her black hair is a tangled mess across my pillows, her knees are bent, and her chest is heaving. I want to take my time with her and explore every inch of her body, but something tells me that’s not what Emerson wants right now. And if I’m being honest, I don’t think I can go slow.

Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my basketball shorts, I shove them to my ankles and kick them to the side before crawling up the bed and settling between her thighs.

Bending my head, I close my lips around her nipple and swirl my tongue around the tight bud before moving to the other.

Emerson moans softly as she wraps her legs around my waist and I rock forward, sliding my cock between her soft skin and over her clit.

“Cam,” she pants. “Please.” She digs her heels into my ass.

“Shhh. I got you, babe.” Bringing my mouth to hers, our tongues tangle once again as I reach down and line myself up with her entrance before sliding inside her.

She feels so fucking good. Better than I ever fantasized.

I slide my arms between the mattress and her back, gripping her shoulders, fusing our bodies together as I pick up the pace until I’m pounding into her relentlessly. Only the sounds of our bodies colliding and heavy breathing can be heard in the dimly lit room.

Her nails dig into my back as she stills under me and a strangled moan pours from her lips.

And then I let go, slamming into her one last time before the most intense orgasm of my entire life takes over.

Baseball has been my life since I was four years old. I always loved the smell of fresh-cut grass mixed with dirt and the sound of a baseball slamming into my glove, leather against leather.

But all that pales in comparison to the sweet scent of Emerson’s sweat and her breathy moans as she comes undone.

Nothing will ever come close.

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“Tell me what you’re thinking.” I trail my fingers lightly up and down her back. Her silky-smooth skin pebbles with goose bumps under my fingertips. I press a kiss to the top of her head and breathe in her scent. Her hair smells like an expensive tropical fruit.

“I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Well believe it, because it’s going to happen again in about five minutes.” I feel her body shake with laughter. “Admit it. That was pretty fucking amazing.”

“It was,” she admits.

“But…?” I hedge.

She pulls from my arms and rolls to her back. My eyes fall to her full breasts before trailing up to her beautiful angelic face, illuminated by the moonlight.

“I’m sick with guilt for being attracted to you. You’ve always been like a little brother to me.”

I groan. “Don’t make it weird.”

“But it is weird. People—our families—won’t understand.”

“It’s not. And I don’t care what people, including our families, think. It’s none of their business.”

“I’m scared.”

“Me, too,” I breathe.

“What are you afraid of?”

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