Page 53 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

Emmett breaks for just a second to lie me back on the couch. He lays next to me, half of his body covering mine as he goes right back to work. I let my fingers play at the nape of his neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Our lips find a rhythm that feels like we’ve been doing this for years.

And even better? I don’t feel angry or mad or sad. I don’t feel like I want to scream. I’m just feeling. I focus on Emmett’s lips on mine and on his hands tracing my body. I bask in the feel of his beard against my cheek. Our bodies are touching and his erection is growing. I’m covered in a warmth I’m feeling in my entire body.

And I know one thing—I haven’t felt like this in a very long time.

If ever.

Is it because this is new? Is it because I’ve been so down lately that anything was going to make me feel up? Maybe. But I have a strong feeling this is all because of the man whose kiss is bringing me back to life.

I know my sisters joked that I should have a rebound while here. But if this was a stranger I picked up at a bar, would it feel the same? Sure, I’d probably have some fun. Maybe a little regret. Probably a good story. And even if the sex was bad, it would be a few hours of a distraction.

But I doubt I’d feel like this. And not just what he’s physically doing. I don’t think I’d feel free and sexy and beautiful and wanted, while also becoming empowered and in control.

No, that’s all because of Emmett. The man who has saved me more than once. The man I just met who I can’t imagine my life without.

The man I want to fuck me, right here, right now.

I watch him as he traces my body, his fingers finding a sliver of skin as the T-shirt has gotten pushed up ever so slightly. He looks up to me and I nod, giving him the silent permission to keep going.

He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts me back up, settling me over his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands immediately go to the bottom of the shirt where he lifts it over my head and tosses it to the side. I watch as his eyes heat as he takes in my topless frame.

My first instinct is to be shy. My body is nothing special. My barely B cups aren’t anything to get excited about, and I’m just curvy enough to not be a stick. Duncan used to joke—but I now don’t think it was a joke—about me getting a boob job.

No! Quit thinking about Duncan. He has no place here. Enjoy this moment. Enjoy the fire in Emmett’s eyes as he looks at you.

Because that’s the only way I can describe Emmett’s gaze right now. His brown eyes are nearly black. The grip on my hips is becoming tighter but not in a hurtful way. Like he’s trying to hold himself back.

Well, he doesn’t need to do that. Not at all.

“Take me, Emmett.”

The groan that passes through his lips sends a shot straight to my pussy.

Oh damn, that’s definitely new.

“Stella.” His forehead falls so it’s resting against my chest as his fingers dig into my hips. “I need you to be one-hundred-percent sure. Because if I do, this isn’t going to be gentle. It’s not going to be romantic. There are no hearts and flowers. I’ve been holding myself back because you needed a friend, not an asshole trying to get in your pants. But if we cross this line? There’s no going back.”

I tip his chin up, making him look at me like he’s done to me so many times. “Fuck me until I forget.”

My words hang in the air, and just as I’m about to wish for a black hole to suck me down, he stands up and somehow effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder.

Oh! This is new too…

I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice as Emmett stands up and starts walking toward the back of the house. “Where are we going?”

Emmett takes the stairs two at a time. Why does that make me so giddy? “The first time I fuck you is not going to be on a couch. I’m going to lay you out exactly how I want so I can look, and lick, and taste every inch of you. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg for more. You’ll forget him. But I’ll make sure you never forget me.”

Licked? Begging? What kind of sex am I about to have? I bet it’s going to have more than two positions.

And did he say the first time? Is he already predicting there will be more?

Before I can voice any of those questions, Emmett tosses me on the bed. I didn’t know what to expect, but him standing over me, staring at me without movement, wasn’t it.

“Is everything okay?”

He nods, and a predatory glint flashes in his eyes. “Last chance, Tiger.”

The warning, with its touch of playfulness, sets my body on fire even more than it already is. “Show me what you got, Cap.”

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