Page 29 of Reckless Hearts
That fire in her eyes flickered brighter. “Do you need your fucking eyes checked? She was touching you! I know you’ve been out of the game for a minute, but that’s flirting.”
I took a step towards her, fists curling at my sides. “Just like you touched that fucker who thought he had a chance, right?”
She lifted her chin, defiant. “Who said he didn’t have a chance? Maybe he just left.”
“I know what you look like after sex. So either he wasn’t here, or he’s shit in bed. Which is it?” If it were the latter, I’d need to drink myself stupid to forget the mental image. I snatched the bottle out of her hand, taking a pull, our eyes locked.
Delilah wrenched her jaw. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?”
Another step. Another sip. Our chests were almost brushing. “Yeah, sugar, I do, now answer the damn question.”
Her throat moved with a swallow, her pulse thumping in her neck. I wanted to chase it with my tongue, taste every inch of her. My eyes met hers. They were dark, overrun with the same need that made my hands shake. “Give me my whiskey back.”
The deflection had me scoffing. I looked down at the bottle in my hand. “Why? You thirsty?”
She scowled. “Yeah, I’m fucking parched, now give it back.”
Satisfaction surged through me—my sweet girl was such a brat. I took a sip, but held the liquor in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around her jaw. Her lips parted, hazel eyes glazed over with want. With a little pressure, I tilted her head back and letthe whiskey spill right into her mouth. Chased it with a kiss that might as well have been a brand on us both. She tasted like whiskey and obsession. And God help me, I was addicted to every drop.
“I canceled on him after you left,” she whispered as we broke apart, licking her lips. “I wanted to make you jealous.” I just stared at her, my head reeling. She did all of that just because I talked to some random girl? I now understood why she’d said only once. Because even though I shouldn’t, I cared, and this was the damning proof that she did too.
“Congrats, it worked.” I wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and hauled her mouth back to mine. She moaned, her fists curling in my shirt to pull me closer. I reached behind me blindly, setting the bottle down on her dresser before I picked her up.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t even think about another man without feeling me.” And I meant it, too. I wanted her to feel me in every goddamn step she took for the next fucking month.
Her legs tightened around my hips, and she nodded eagerly. Our mouths only parted so she could pull my shirt over my head as I walked us to her bed. We dropped onto the mattress, all heavy breaths and tangled limbs. Yanking down her tank top, her tits spilled free. I groaned, dragging my tongue over her nipple. Her back bowed, arching into my mouth for more.
“Emmett,” she whined, fisting my hair, while I teased her nipples. “I need you.” My dick throbbed in my sweats, already aching and desperate to be buried inside her.
“I know, sweet girl, I know.” I needed her just as much. I ripped her shorts down her legs, my heart in my throat. “It drove me fucking crazy watching you with him,” I admitted while tugging my sweats off. “I wanted to wring his neck, thinking my girl was a sure thing.”
She sat up and pulled her shirt off. “Now you know how I felt watching you withCallie.” Her name came out bitter and spiteful—it made me giddy.
I threaded a hand through her hair, her eyes fluttering, and angled her head back to look at me. Time screeched to a standstill, and she was all I saw. She was stunning, and I was addicted. Addicted in a way I’d never been with anyone, and never expected to be, least of all with her. “Don’t make me share you, Delilah. I want you too much to bear it.”
Her breath caught, eyes widening slightly. Did I really just say that out loud? It had been too easy to. But all of this was too easy. Being with her, talking to her, wanting her, missing her when we were apart. It was a slippery slope, one I was already sliding down at breakneck speed.
“There’s no one else.” She ran a hand over my pounding heart. “Never has been.”
Something in my chest warmed at that. Leaning down, I kissed her because it felt like I’d disintegrate into nothing if I didn’t have her lips on mine right this second. She pulled me down on top of her and wrapped her legs around me.
“Please,” she whispered. Her fingers slid down my back, tugging on my hips. She was so sweet, spread out and needy for me like this. She bit her lip and reached between us. My eyes nearly rolled shut when she pumped my dick. I was fairly certain I’d never been harder in my life. “This all for me, Em?”
“Yeah, sugar. Now, be good and put it in. I wanna watch you take it.”
A strangled groan left me at the sight of my cock stretching her. It was the best thing I’d ever seen. I dropped onto my elbows, my head falling to the crook of her neck. “Jesus Christ, Lilah.” Didn’t know where that nickname came from, but the way her pussy gripped my cock told me she liked it, and fuck me, if I didn’t love it, too.
Her gasp when I bottomed out had me squeezing my eyes shut, my dick jerking. It was almost embarrassing that I was already so close, but it was her fault. She was too fucking perfect for it to be any other way.
She stole my breath—my sanity—whenever I got inside her. And it was always like this. Like I was on the precipice of losing control. Control was what kept me alive overseas, kept me moving since I came home. It was all I knew. But with Delilah, I think I wanted to let go. To surrender and be free like her—with her.
My hips surged forward hard and fast just like I’d promised, sending her headboard smacking against the wall. “You think he could’ve fucked you like this?” I asked between heavy breaths.
Her nails raked down my back, sharp enough to sting. I hoped I woke up with angry red trails to remember her by. “No,” she moaned. “No one can.”
God, I nearly came right then and there.
One by one, I took her hands off me, pinning them over her head with one of mine. I reached between us, rubbing her clit with the other. “That’s right, sweet girl, and you wanna know why?”
