Page 92 of That Kind of Guy

“Shall we head home, Adams?” His thumb brushed the back of my hand, and I shivered.

I couldn’t tell Emmett what he meant to me. I could show him, though. I could pour every ounce of what swirled around inside me, all this affection, longing, and need, into showing him what he meant to me.

Tonight, I’d let myself be a little in love with Emmett Rhodes.

22

Avery

The entire drive home,we sent secretive little grins across the car at each other. His gaze raked my form with appreciation, and I glanced between his handsome face and his strong hand gripping the steering wheel. His other hand was wrapped around my thigh, anchoring me, reminding me that I was his.

I swallowed. If I thought too hard about it, I’d freak out, so I didn’t think. I let myself get swallowed up by Emmett and his radiance. I let myself be his.

He parked and caught my hand on the walk up to his front door. Inside, he waited for me to slip my shoes off before he backed me against the front door and placed his hands against the door on either side of my head. I was caged in by him, and I liked it.

His heated gaze met mine as he hovered inches from my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Oh, yeah?” I meant to sound confident, but it came out breathless. His proximity was making my pulse race. My hands came to his chest. His warmth radiated through his shirt.

He nodded down at me. “Mhm. And I’ve been very patient today.”

I shivered at his low tone and nodded back at him.

He glanced at my mouth, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

His mouth was so close, if I just raised myself up on my tiptoes, I could reach him. But I wanted to see what he’d do next. “You don’t have to be patient anymore.”

Heat flared in his gaze, and he covered my mouth with his. We groaned simultaneously, and his hands came to my ass before he hoisted me against him. My ankles wrapped around his back, my arms looped around his neck, and he carried me up the stairs while we kissed. He tasted like the wine we were drinking and something specifically Emmett.

In the bedroom, we kissed while we shed our clothes, and we kissed while we climbed into his bed, him pulling the fluffy duvet over us. He was so warm. I pressed myself up against him to capture some of his heat, all while my own heat pooled between my legs. His hands roamed my body, not urgently like this morning but slowly, like he was savoring me.

His hard length pushed against my stomach, and I reached for it. He groaned when I stroked him and pulled himself from my grasp.

“I want to touch you.” I reached again, but he grabbed my wrists and held firm.

“Not yet.” His mouth came to my nipple, and my eyes fell closed. “There’s something I need first.”

His tongue felt incredible, moving over the pinched peaks of my breast while his fingers rolled the other. I made short, sharp whimpers while he worked, and my legs clenched tightly together. His fingers met me there and circled my clit.

“Emmett,” I moaned, and he made another noise of appreciation.

“I’ll never get sick of you saying my name.” His voice was low, and he looked up at me with eyes full of fire. “Never.”

Before I could respond, he moved and lowered his mouth to my clit, running his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. My head rolled back. His tongue moved slick circles on me, winding me tighter.

“Fuck, you taste so good. I’m going to do this to you every day. Every day, I’m going to remind you that you’re mine.”

His words only intensified the pleasure.Mine, he had said. I liked it. I was Avery Adams, soon-to-be business owner, feminist, and independent person, and I was getting very, very turned on by Emmett laying claim over me.

“I’ve been thinking about you getting wet all over my face all day.” His voice was low as his tongue swirled my clit. He sounded like he was talking to himself, or praying. “I’m addicted to this pussy.”

I was charged, full of electricity and ready to snap when he slid a finger inside me and rubbed my G-spot.

“You’re soaking my hand, baby.”

Pleasure rattled through me, and when he locked his mouth on my clit and sucked, I came hard around his fingers, my hips jerking against his mouth, crying out his name in the bedroom.

“I wished that was your cock,” I rasped, catching my breath. “I wanted to come on you.”

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