“Okay.” Emma nodded, looking relieved. “

Emma nodded and rested back on her elbows; her thighs still open for me. I pushed in slowly, just the tip, and savored the feeling of being inside Emma Milton. Then, I pushed in more, letting her feel every thick inch. Then, when she felt so damn good I nearly lost my head, I pulled out, and pushed back in, pulled out, and pushed back in. When that wasn’t close enough. I entered her fully, pressing my body against hers at all possible points.

I had to still myself, feeling too excited, and blew out a breath. This was Emma. I was inside Emma. How did she feel even better than I imagined?

I locked eyes with her. Her heavy lidded gaze, those blue, blue eyes, she was seeing into me, just like I was seeing into her.

“I know,” Emma said, brushing the hair out of my face before supping my cheek. “I feel it too.”

Just like she always had, Emma calmed me. I wondered if she knew that, how I would always turn to her for comfort. That’s how I knew she was a good mom.

“You feel so good,” I whispered.

“You too,” she breathed. “So damn good.”

“Tell me, Emma—” I pumped into her fully with one hard thrust. “Do you like it hard or—” I slowed down and entered her halfway—“slow and gentle?” I asked.

“Hard,” she breathed. “Please, Kyle. Fuck me hard.” She grabbed my hips, digging her nails into my flesh, and urged me to go deeper.

That was all the encouragement I needed. Her dirty mouth was an unexpected surprise but a massive turn on.

We moved together, both somehow needing the same things at the same time, being closer together, to move apart. Her body was electric under my hands, and she responded just how I wanted her to.

Eventually, I flipped her over and took her from behind. That seemed to be Emma’s favorite position. I held onto her hips stroked in and out of her while Emma fisted her hands in the sheets. She wasn’t a passive partner though. No, Emma met me thrust for thrust, pushing her ass back into me each time I entered her.

“Kyle,” she screamed into the mattress. “Oh, fuck. Kyle,” she moaned.

“You’re close, baby,” I said, my voice rough. “I can feel it.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “So close.”

The room erupted in the sounds of my heavy breathing, Emma’s moans, and our skin slapping together. It wasn’t long before Emma clenched around me, squeezing. I came right after, the tight feel of her sending me over the edge. Emma and I collapsed together, I couldn’t let her go, I couldn’t stop touching her. I couldn’t even catch my breath.

Emma Milton just blew my mind. I wanted to do it again.

“Fuck,” Emma said. “That was…wow.”

I kissed along her neck. “I’m giving you ten minutes to recover and then we’re doing it again.”

Chapter 6

Emma

Slowly,myeyesflutteropen. I’m sore, but a good sore. The kind of sore you feel after a workout that kicked your ass, but you’re so impressed with yourself for doing it that you never want the feeling to go away.

I snuggle into the soft pillow a little more, mutes morning light barely filtering in through the windows, and I wonder for a second why Lily hasn’t woken me up yet when I feel the arm resting on my waist and the hand pressed against my stomach.

I had sex with Kyle Beckford.

Three or four times? I don’t know. I lost count. I might’ve blacked out after the fifth or sixth orgasm.

As I stir, just a little to brush a blond hair out of my eyes, the white sheet rustles around us and Kyle nuzzles into my neck.

“Mmm,” he lets out a soft sleepy moan and my skin pebbles.

Last night, when my mind wasn’t completely occupied with thoughts of Kyle Beckford being naked in front of me, for a fleeting moment, I worried if I’d be embarrassed in the morning. I worried that all the things I did and said would be too much for me to overcome and I’d realize we’d made a huge mistake.

As Kyle pulled me closer to him, pressing his very obvious erection into my bare ass, and moved his hand up until he was cupping my naked breast, I knew not only was last night incredible and real, but it was going to happen again.