Page 95 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

I thought I did before. I had more of a feeling earlier. But now? There’s no denying it. I’m in love with Emmett Collins.

“I know I said I wasn’t ready. And I don’t know if I am,” I begin. “I’m probably not healed. My ex is suing me. I’m living out of boxes at my sisters. I have a temp job I got from my brother. I’m a hot mess through and through. But what I do know is that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day we met. It’s like you picked me off the floor from the bar and haven’t let go.”

Emmett leans down for a kiss, thinking I’m done. I’m not. I take in a breath to drum up some bravery, because I’m about to be as vulnerable as I think I’ve ever been.

“This last week, not seeing you, not knowing if I did something wrong to make you avoid me…it hurt, Emmett. It was the worst pain I might’ve ever felt, and I’m including my botched wedding in that. But that pain would be nothing compared to the thought of not being with you.”

I can’t say anything else before Emmett’s lips are on mine, kissing me harder than maybe he ever has. And that’s saying something, considering how we entered his house an hour ago.

This kiss is full of passion and love and a million other emotions wrapped in. But what’s striking me the most is that it doesn’t feel like it’s rushed. We’re not against a timer.

No, we can kiss all night. And tomorrow. And the next day, and the next.

We can kiss forever.

“You're going to have to be patient with me,” Emmett says as he rolls over, bringing me on top of him. “I have no idea how to be a partner or a boyfriend. Shit…how am I a boyfriend for the first time at thirty-seven years old?”

That makes me giggle. I love strong and silent Emmett, but rambling Emmett is quickly growing on me.

I tilt my head down to press a kiss at the top of his pec. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Cap. The man who swept me off my feet? The man who saved me? Just be him, and you’ll be the best boyfriend ever. Oh, and make sure you always have ice cream for me. That’s a deal breaker.”

I melt at his smile before his hands cup my face, connecting our lips once again. Our kiss quickly deepens, and just as I’m about to let my hand start traveling down, he sits up, never letting me go as he stands with ease and starts carrying me down the hallway.

How in the hell did he do that?

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bed,” he says as he kicks the door shut behind him. “Do you know how much it has killed me knowing that you slept in this bed? That I could smell you on my pillow days after you left?”

My pussy clenches at his words. Somehow knowing that Emmett was still thinking about me before we met in Florida is making me feel some sort of way.

He sits on the bed, keeping hold of me so I’m now straddling his lap. “I meant what I said earlier; you’re mine, Stella Banks. So how I see it, I’m going to have you in this bed. I’m going to make you scream my name in this bed. You’re going to come all over it when I eat that pretty pussy. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re never going to want to leave. How does that sound?”

How does that sound? Is he serious? Yeah, Cap…that sounds just absolutely horrible…

He doesn’t let me answer as he stands up, still holding on to me, only to turn around and drop me on his mattress. My giggles fill the room as he moves me higher up, allowing him to lay down and spread my legs open so he can fulfill one of his promises.

His hands run down my legs, sending shivers through my body before I feel his mouth on me. Fuck…I nearly forgot what his tongue felt like. I try to lay back and relax, wanting to feel every lick and suck he gives me. Every flick of his tongue and every move of his finger. But I can’t. It’s like every place he hits is a nerve that sends my body thrashing.

Incoherent words and sounds leave my mouth as I try to grabonto a pillow. What’s the pillow going to do? I don’t know. But I’m about to come harder than I think I ever have before, and I need something to hold onto so I don’t actually leave my body.

“Emmett! Ah! Yes!”

At least that’s what I mean to say when he inserts two fingers in and flicks the switch that makes me combust. Holy shit…I’m physically shaking as the orgasm runs through me. Also, I don’t know what time it is, but that might be a world record for an orgasm via tongue.

I can barely catch my breath before Emmett has climbed his way up me, snaking his arms under my back. I wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as he enters me.

And I need to. Oh my God, Emmett is a man possessed, but not in a scary way. Or rough. No. His head is buried in my shoulder. He’s holding onto me for dear life as our bodies connect at a furious pace. The only thing that slows us down is Emmett clutching me tighter so he can bring me up with him as he sits on his bed, our connection never breaking. I arch slightly, loving the new angle, which gives him access to latch onto one of my tits.

“Mine,” he groans before switching to the other.

“Yours.”

And I mean that. I’m his. It should scare me, saying that, knowing that I lost myself to the last man I was with. But I’m not. Not at all. If anything, I’m getting stronger because of him. He has reminded me of who I am, and he’s loving all the parts of me. Even the crazy ones.

So if being his means I’m more back to the Stella I used to know, then I’m good with that.

No. I’mgreatwith that.

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