Page 97 of Anything for You
“Okay, but Jeremy, no matter what happens, we’ll be here waiting for you when you get home. Maddy and me, Rachel and Steven, all our friends. Go and meet Brian and then come back to us. We’re yours, always and no matter what.”
Jeremy’s eyes swirl with emotion. “I will. I’ll always come back to you,” he manages, and I know how much it costs him to say those words. It makes me love him even more that he can trust now, even a little, that we’ll still be here waiting for him when he gets back. I also know it’s time to change the subject.
“So, tell me about the drinks. I know I didn’t have those margarita glasses in my kitchen.”
Jeremy’s laugh is tinged with relief that I steered the conversation towards less emotional pastures.
“No, your kitchen is seriously lacking in glassware. And everything else required to make decent drinks, honestly. I brought all my own stuff.” He hands me one of the drinks and takes his own.
“And you brought the fancy sugar.” I study my drink and the colorful sugar that decorates the rim.
“Only the best for my girl.” Jeremy winks at me as he takes a sip of his own drink and my clit literally throbs. Jesus Christ, onemy girland a wink and I want to tear all my clothes off right here.
I lick a part of the rim and take a sip to wet my suddenly dry throat. Jeremy follows the move with his eyes, his hand tightening around the stem of his glass, and a muscle ticks in his jaw.
I meet his eyes, giving him a sly grin over the rim of my glass.
“So good.”
“I think I should be the judge of that,” Jeremy says, voice low.
He puts his own glass back on the coffee table and slides closer to me, taking my drink out of my hand. With his eyes locked on mine, he licks more sugar off the rim but doesn’t bother taking a sip of the alcohol. Instead, he sets the glass aside and cups my face, running a thumb over my bottom lip before sealing his mouth over mine. This kiss isn’t sweet. It’s deep and desperate and red-hot need.
He glides his tongue along my bottom lip, and I open for him. Licking into my mouth, his tongue slicks over mine with purpose, like he wants to taste every inch of me. He tastes like sugar and desire, and I urgently need to be closer to him.
Without breaking the kiss, I push up on my knees to straddle his lap. I grip his waist, pushing up under his shirt to run my hands over his abs and glide over all that warm, smooth skin. I wish I had ten more hands so I could touch all of him at once.
Jeremy lets out a needy rumble as he breaks the kiss, licking down my jaw, pushing my T-shirt off one shoulder so he can kiss along my collarbone. When he nips me with his teeth, my hips do an involuntary roll, my center meeting his hot, hard cock. I let out a shaky breath and do it again. And again.
“Fuck, Ems. You feel so good, rubbing that hot, needy pussy against me,” Jeremy rasps in my ear. His hands glide down my sides and back up, pushing up my T-shirt and bra and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I drop my head back, the twin sensations of Jeremy’s fingers rubbing and plucking my nipples and his mouth licking and sucking over my neck tearing a moan from my throat. When I go to roll my hips again, my clit dying for more friction, he grabs my hips to hold me steady.
“Not here, Pretty Girl. When you come for me for the first time tonight, I want you spread out on your bed so I can see every gorgeous inch of you.”
“But I need it now,” I gasp, trying to move my hips but getting nowhere with his iron grip.
Jeremy leans in and kisses me again, fast and deep and so fucking hot, before he tears his mouth away, eyes meeting mine.
“You’ll have it when I give it to you. Go upstairs and strip. Sit on the edge of the bed and wait for me there.”
While desire floods me at the thought of what he’ll do when he gets upstairs, the part of me that likes to take charge can’t help but sass him, just to see what happens.
“And if I don’t?”
Jeremy leans in and sucks lightly over the pulse fluttering in my throat, the sensation sending a bolt of electricity straight to my clit.
“Like I told you before, I like my girl a little bratty. So go right ahead and disobey me, Ems. It’ll just make me tear those clothes off you faster and fuck you harder. Now, up.”
Spicy Emma might be his favorite Emma, but commanding Jeremy is my favorite Jeremy, so I stand up and pull my shirt over my head, taking my bra with it. With my eyes locked on Jeremy, I slide my hands up my torso to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples and rolling them between my fingers, sinking my teeth into my lower lip and letting out a throaty moan.
Jeremy literally bites his fist, and nothing could possibly be hotter. Without another word, I turn towards the staircase, pushing my sweatpants down and stepping out of them as I walk.
I hear the second he realizes I wasn’t wearing underwear.
His muttered “fuck” has me grinning all the way up the stairs.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Jeremy
