Page 73 of That Kind of Guy

He groaned as I pressed my lips against his neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his head fell back slightly.

I knew this was a bad idea, but I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wantedhim. My entire body hummed for him, a low vibration that sent shivers to my core and made me do things I normally wouldn’t. The pressure built low in my belly, and we hadn’t evendone anythingyet. I had never been this turned on before. No one had made me feel like this. I had to relieve the pressure, or I’d explode.

My teeth scraped his skin and he turned and captured my mouth with his. A moan traveled from my throat into his and my hands raked his hair as his tongue slid against mine, tasting me. One of his hands was wrapped in my hair and the other grasped my ass and lifted me onto the counter. He stood between my knees. I only wore a t-shirt and was hyperaware of the wetness between my legs exposed to the air, exposed to Emmett, but he ignored me there, making me want him even more. His mouth was needy, demanding, and assertive, and it sent heat to my center. Wetness and warmth flooded me.

“I need you,” he rasped into my ear, breaking the kiss and pressing a series of them down my neck. “I need you so fucking badly, Avery. I’ve been thinking about this constantly. You have no idea how badly I need this.”

He covered my mouth with his and slicked his tongue against mine. His hands were all over me—in my hair, on my breasts, pinching my nipples. I sighed my response, tilted my head back with closed eyes.

My hands slid into the waistband of his sweatpants and around his cock. It was hot in my hand, heavy and thick, and he shuddered as I stroked his shaft.

He broke our kiss and leaned down to scrape his teeth over my nipple over the t-shirt. I gasped.

“I need to see you,” he rasped out in a low voice, gazing at me with dark eyes, heavy with lust and need.

All I could do was nod. Yes, fucking hell, yes, I needed him to see me, too.

He yanked the t-shirt over my head and my breasts popped out. They were pinched and desperate to be touched. I sat on the counter, completely naked and open to him, but before I could freak out, he tilted my chin up and our gazes locked.

My breath caught. The way he looked at me—I haveneverbeen looked at like that in my life. I would have felt it burning me up the way I was now.

Both our chests were rising and falling. His eyes were dark and hot, and he looked drugged. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

My lips parted, watching how he had transformed, and before I could say a word, he lowered his mouth to one of the pinched peaks and my head fell back. He pulled me toward him, and the other hand came to my other breast, and I let out a small cry in his kitchen at the pure pleasure of it. I was delirious with need, but this was too good. I couldn’t move while he had his mouth on my breasts.

His hand stroked my back and I arched against him, writhing with tension and pressure. My nails scraped the skin of his abs and he shivered under my touch, groaning and gripping me harder, sucking on my nipple and pulling another strangled whimper from me.

My hand slid down again into his waistband and wrapped around his thick length, rock hard and pressing urgently against the front of his pants, and his nails dug into my back. He pulsed in my hand.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Careful.”

I slid my hand up and down his cock, feeling the entire length of it, heavy in my hand, and his breath was ragged as he leaned his forehead against my chest. “Or what?”

“Fuck, Avery. Fuck,” he groaned again, his fingers tensing on my back.

I continued to explore his cock and listen to the desperate noises coming out of his throat. He was rock-hard, and every movement looked like it felt so good it caused him pain. He looked at me, and his gaze begged with desperation to put him out of his misery.

God, he was so fucking beautiful like this.

“I promise that I will be very, very careful,” I said, stroking him with a firmer grasp, and his lips parted.

“That’s it.” His voice was a low growl.

He pulled himself from my grasp. I reached for him, but he slid his hands up my thighs, and his fingers came to my core.

My mind went blank.

I couldn’t move, it felt so good.

“Fuck, Avery, you’re so wet.” His mouth was on my ear as his fingers worked tight, soft circles on my clit. I whimpered, biting my lip and gripping his shoulders while he worked at my core, building the tension within me.

“Oh my god,” I finally managed, writhing against him. “Oh my god, Emmett, that feels fucking incredible.”

“I love it when you say my name,” he said into my neck, his teeth scraping me. Liquid rushed to my center, and he made a noise of appreciation. “Say it again. I want to hear you say my name when I make you come.”

I didn’t even have the energy to protest. “Emmett,” I moaned, and his fingers plunged inside me. I let out a small cry. “Oh my god. Emmett.”

His fingers plunged in again, immediately locating the button that would undo me, rewarding me.

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