Page 54 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

In one motion he puts his arm behind his back, lifting his T-shirt over his head in one pull. The movement is mesmerizing—so much so that I don’t realize that in another lightning-fast move, he’s pulling my shorts down and taking my panties with them.

“Oh, Stella,” he says as he kneels before me. “You have no idea…”

Emmett slowly spreads my knees apart and…yup! That’s his tongue. Licking my pussy.

Because he wants to.

I know I need to quit comparing the two, and I’m not trying to. I don’t want Duncan anywhere near my thoughts. But it’s hard not to when he once told me that he wouldn’t go down on me because it was gross. Honestly, it was fine. If he ate pussy like he kissed, it wouldn’t do much anyway.

But Emmett? Whose tongue has lit every nerve in just a few seconds? The man is acting like I’m his last meal and he’s not going leave a single crumb.

And who am I to let a hungry man starve?

I lay back and revel in the feeling of Emmett’s mouth on me. My hands pull at his hair, which seems to excite him. Every time I pull tighter, it only makes him dig in more. I couldn’t think of anything else if I wanted to. Through the power of his tongue, or his mouth, or the two fingers he’s now inserted, he’s taken all the thoughts out of my head.

Emmett Collins…how many different ways can this man come to my rescue?

I didn’t think anything could pull me out of this zen feeling, but the first rush of an orgasm does just that, making me open my eyes as I start feeling it through my stomach down to my center.

“Emmett,” I whimper, gripping his hair tighter.

“That’s it, Tiger. Come on my face. I want to taste it all.”

It must be his dirty words accompanied by a sinful mouth that does the trick, because in seconds I’m exploding onto him. I think I might pull out a chunk of hair as I hold on for dear life, the orgasm hitting me in every part of my body.

“That’s my girl,” he says, slowly bringing me back down. “Just breathe. I got you.”

How does he make a command like that sound gentle and dirty all at once?

“Holy…” My words fall off as I try and catch my breath. “That was…”

He smiles and stands up, grabbing a condom from his wallet. Our eyes don’t leave each other as he somehow undoes his belt with one hand and then snaps it off his waist. And just when I don’t think I can stare any harder, he slides down his boxers, freeing the hardest and biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

My God…how is that…is that legal?

“That’s not going to fit.”

His eyes get a little twinkle in them as he rolls on the condom and crawls on top of me, planting a hard kiss on my mouth before moving away. “You can take it. I promise.”

Emmett’s elbow is holding him up as he uses his other to line himself up. We don’t break eye contact as I feel his tip enter me, sending my body into a spasm as he slowly pushes himself the rest of the way in.

“I’ve got you,” Emmett whispers, his motions so slow I don’t know if he’s actually moving. “I’ve always got you.”

And he does. I know he does. Not just here, as he gives me a second to adjust to his size. Since the moment I met him, when he was Cap and I was Tiger and we were two strangers at a bar, he had me then.

He’s had me all week.

And now he’s not just having me. He’s claiming me. His body is caging me in like I might go away. Our hips are meeting in what started as slow but are now hard thrusts.

The roughness is keeping my feelings in check. This isn’t anything romantic. This isn’t anything more than me needing an escape and Emmett being the one to give it to me.

That’s all this is.

And I’m going to escape as long and as many times I can.

Emmett rolls me over on top of him, and I let out a little yelp as I situate myself. I shiver when I feel the hair on his chest. I love the feel of it as I grip down on him, beginning to ride him as I chase the orgasm I’m desperate for.

“That’s it,” Emmett says. “Take what you want, Tiger.”

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