Page 34 of Saving His Heart
“Do you need to pay up, sweetheart?” I know I’m smiling at her like the Joker, but the anticipation is killing me. For a moment, I panic.Is this something she has done before?My blood turns to ice, realizing this may be a first I don’t get.
I’m taking slow, calming breaths, trying to contain the irrational rage I’m experiencing.She’s mine.Shocked by the possessiveness I’m feeling for the first time in my life, my vision blurs.Do not pass out now, fuckface. Caught up in my own crazy, I don’t notice when Emory pulls her body back enough to sit up. Her movement catches my attention, and I try really hard to focus and not scare her off.
As if in slow motion, Emory leans forward so we are nose to nose before her lip twitches and her full, sweet lips kiss the corner of my mouth. “New spot every time, right?”
I exhale loudly, a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“New spot every time,” I force out. I have an awareness around her that’s intoxicating and wreaking havoc on all my senses. The caveman tendencies finally breakthrough, and before she can speak again, I have lifted her off the bed and turned us, so she’s now straddling me.
“Fighting for control is not something I’m used to,” I confess.
“What are you trying to control?”
“My every reaction to you.” I don’t allow for more conversation. I cover her mouth with mine. Gone is every plan I had for her. Twisting my hands in her hair, I control the kiss as I’m flooded with sensation. “You’re going to break me,” I whisper, drunk off her already.
Flipping her over, I lay her back once again. This time I go straight for her pants. Wanting her to feel the same rush I do, I don’t waste any time pulling her pants down her long legs and toss them over my shoulder. My body thrums with an eagerness I haven’t felt in years as I kneel in front of her. Finding her eyes as I hook my fingers into her panties, I raise my eyebrows in silent question.
“Please.” It’s one word. A silent plea, and I’m lost.
Ripping the yellow lace panties from her body, I revel in the gasp of surprise she emits, but I give her no time to adjust. I descend on her like a feast being served to a starving man. One lick and I’m a goner.
“Preston.”
“I’ve got you, Ems.” And I do. I vow to take care of this beautiful creature for as long as I can. I blow a line of cool air on her exposed sex and delight in her reaction. Taking her clit into my mouth, I suck and flick and tug with abandon.
“Oh-oh,” Emory pants. I love how needy she sounds because, as I insert one finger, my thoughts escape in a strangled groan.
Holy fuck, she’s tight. Almost too tight. She can’t be a virgin, can she? Dr. Terry mentioned she had lived with a boyfriend at one point, didn’t he?
I stretch her to add another finger, never giving up my attack on her clit. My dick is throbbing so painfully I have to grab the asshole and give him a hard squeeze so he doesn’t embarrass me. I continue to work her, hoping and praying that she will tell me if she is a virgin. I know I’ll end up asking, but I don’t want to embarrass her if I can avoid it.
“I can’t. Oh, God, Preston. I-I—”
“Yes, you can,” I growl. “Come for me, Ems. Come now and let me taste you.”
In a rush, her body shakes and contorts under me as a string of incoherent babble leaves her mouth. I don’t stop my pursuit as I wring every last drop from her orgasm. Her body quivers with the final aftershocks, and I stand quickly stripping out of my own clothes. The painful erection I’ve been sporting springs free.
I climb over her as she opens her eyes, and an easy grin takes over her face. She’s relaxed in a way I’ve never seen her before, and I add it to my list of things to accomplish before I die. As she comes back to earth, I watch as she takes in my naked form. It might be the single most erotic moment of my life as she stares at my length while licking her lips. Lowering to my elbows above her, I know I have to ask.
“Ems? Are … are you a virgin?”
“What?” she screeches. “Preston, I’m almost thirty years old!”
“I know, and I’m not trying to be a dick. You’re just so goddamn tight. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt. If you’re a virgin, it will definitely fucking hurt.”
She smiles at me with a red face partly from her orgasm and now probably because I asked a stupid, but necessary question.
“I’m not a virgin, Preston.” The gentleness in her voice sends a chill throughout my body.
When her hand snakes between us to stroke my cock, I have to grind my teeth and count to ten.
“Fuck me.” It slips from my mouth as she places my dick at her warm entrance. I didn’t have time to prepare, and my body vibrates with excitement. “Shit, hold on.” I jump off the bed and run in circles, hoping someone has left some freaking condoms on this plane. As I open and shut door after door, my body tenses.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for a condom, I—” Pulling at the back of my neck, a nervous habit I thought I had broken years ago, I roll my shoulders and then continue. “I wasn’t expecting this. I’m not prepared, Ems. I don’t have any fucking condoms.”
I’m feeling defeated as I stare at her, so I’m shocked when she crooks her index finger in a come-hither kind of way.
