Page 69 of Anything for You
Pressing a hard, fast kiss to her mouth, I lift her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed and sliding her dress over her hips and onto the floor. I stand in front of her, raking my gaze over her perfect body while I toss my untied bow tie on the floor and slowly unbutton each button of my shirt. When I drop the shirt on the floor and pull my undershirt over my head, Emma’s gaze sweeps down and back up, a dark satisfaction blooming in me at the lust on her face.
“Pants next,” Emma says, eyes still on me. “Let me see all of you.”
I unbuckle my belt, sliding it out of the belt loops and dropping it with a clang. Emma’s eyes follow, interest all over her face as she gazes down at the discarded belt, and fucking hell.
Do not think of all the things you and Emma can do with a belt or you will never make it inside her.
To distract myself from the image overtaking my brain of Emma tied to the headboard, I unbutton my tux pants and shove them down along with my boxers, kicking both away. My rock-hard cock juts up, and Emma’s gaze rakes over it, making it twitch against my stomach. With my eyes on Emma’s, I reach down and give myself a long, slow stroke, taking a step towards the bed.
“Don’t move.”
Emma’s words, spoken in a low voice studded with desire, stop my forward movement. She sits up on the edge of the bed, eyes tracking my hand as I lazily stroke my cock.
“I want my mouth on you.”
Holy shit.
“Then get that mouth on me, Pretty Girl.”
Emma leans forward and I brace myself for the feel of her mouth around my cock, but it doesn’t come. Instead, she dips her head down and traces her tongue over the tattoo on my thigh. Shivers race down my spine at her touch.
“This is so fucking sexy,” she mutters, sliding her fingers over the crossed hockey sticks with my old number ninety-one between them.
I got the tattoo when I was playing, and ever since my injury I feel conflicted every time I look at it. But I sure don’t feel conflicted about it now with the way her hungry eyes take it in.
“Ems,” I rasp, my voice dripping with need.
Apparently, Emma can read my mind even now because without another word she moves over and runs her tongue up my dick from base to tip, flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside over and over again until I have to palm the back of her head for balance so my legs don’t give out. Sliding her mouth over me, she curls her fingers into my ass cheeks and takes me to the back of her throat, the muscles constricting over the head of my cock as she swallows and pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, pulling out of her mouth before I come down her throat. Cupping her face in my hands, I lean down and kiss her long and slow, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks.
“I love your mouth on me, Ems. I fucking love it, and I would love nothing more than to come straight down your throat, but not right now. Right now, I don’t want to come anywhere but inside you.”
“I want that too. So goddamn much,” she says, scooting back onto the bed and pulling me along until I lay over her, covering her body with mine.
I dip my head and kiss her again, sliding my tongue inside her mouth to tangle with hers, tasting every inch of her. Gripping one of her legs behind her thigh, I push it up until she’s wide open for me. Rocking my hips forward, I slide my cock along her hot pussy, coating myself in her wetness, nudging her clit with the head of my cock in a way that has Emma whimpering into my mouth and grinding her hips up into me for more friction.
Tangling my fingers in Emma’s hair, our mouths stay fused together as I rub myself over her clit again and again, until her body shakes and sweat breaks out over the back of my neck with the effort of holding back.
I don’t understand why I’m holding back. Why when my balls draw up tight and I feel my orgasm start to build, I don’t push inside her. Why when Emma whispersfuck meandplease Jerandright now,I don’t do exactly that. Why I don’t do the thing I’ve been thinking about doing and make Emma mine and only mine. Why fear tightens my stomach, and my thoughts start to race. Why, despite all my bravado on the dance floor and the teasing at the wedding and my burning need to join my body with hers, I feel my courage faltering. I break our kiss, looking down at Emma who is looking at me with understanding eyes.
“Sit up, Jer.” Emma’s voice is commanding but soft, and I do what she says. She follows me, straddling my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs and her hands cupping my face. I grip her hips like an anchor as her eyes search mine. Then she leans in and presses a slow, dizzying kiss to my lips.
“Tell me something true, Jeremy.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emma
Jeremy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His hands tighten on my hips, as if he needs the touchstone for the courage to tell me whatever is in his head.
I think I know, but I want the words to come from him.
“I’m nervous,” he whispers, eyes still closed. When he opens them, they lock on mine.
“Tell me why.”
“Last time we did this, it didn’t…end well. I messed it all up. I got scared and ran out on you in the morning, and it took us eight damn years to get back here. I know we haven’t really talked about feelings or any of that crap yet but fuck, Ems, my feelings for you? They’re big feelings. Consuming, life-changing, never going away feelings. I’m afraid I’m not built for feelings like that. All I know how to do is run from them because no one ever taught me how to stay.”
