Page 61 of Only for Love

She pants and nods. “More than that.”

“Bullshit.”

I take her mouth hard. This is happening. We’re past reconnecting, past talking out forgiveness. Her hands are on my belt. She slides it loose and attacks the button and zipper. Seconds later, I’m hard in her hands. She’s pumping me, one fist on top of the other, thumb teasing my crown.

“Fuck me.” The couch is too small for us. Restraint. I need it. Someway, somehow. Until I find a mattress. “Bedroom, Ems?”

“Yes. Wait. Don’t stop. Please.” She’s writhing and moaning. “Please.”

“Just a little more, baby. Then a bed.” Her panties are working their way down, and I’m dying. Our tongues tangle, but I pull back. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah.” She adjusts her panties and sits up with me.

I’m off the couch with my pants hanging loose on my hips. I grab her hand and let her lead me to her bedroom. She’s wearing black silk underwear, and that’s it. Her ass. What a fuckin’ ass.

We’re halfway through the kitchen, but I can’t resist. I snag her to me. My hands thread through her hair. Her breasts press to my chest. “I can’t wait.”

“Too close to stop here.” She pulls me down a short hall and into a room.

There’s a bed on the floor, a dresser, and a few boxes. The lights are dim. We fall to the mattress together, arms and legs tangled. Done wasting time, I snag the sides of her panties, ready to bare her body to me. I’ve never been more primed.

“I’ve dreamed of this…” she whispers. “Danced for this…”

My eyes rake over her as I remove the last of her clothes. She’s naked and… I tilt my head. What the hell is…

My chest goes tight. Panic curls into my neck, chokes my throat. My mouth goes dry. Emma sits up, heavy lidded. I can’t fuckin’ breathe, can’t believe my eyes. I don’t know what to think or do.

“Ems?” I inch closer, praying for a truth that’s different than what I think. “What’s that?”

Confusion then… fear crosses her face.

“Emma?” My eyes drop, laser-focused, between her hips. She’s covering up, moving back. “Tell me what happened there.”

“No.” Her eyes go wide. Tears fill them. “Shit. Shoot. Just once, I got caught up in the moment.”

Oh, fuck no. Please, Christ, don’t let it be. Don’t let me have abandoned more than just her. “Ems? What is that?”

“A C-section scar.”

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