Page 54 of Reckless Hearts
A shudder rolled through his body. “Fuck.” He reached between us, gripping his cock. My hands flew to his hips when he filled me in one swift thrust. It was too much. Perfect. Everything and then some. His groan rumbled against my chest when he fell forward, caging me with his forearms. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how perfect you feel,” he rasped against my lips. “Every time with you is like the first.”
I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles when he started to move. He was so close we were nearly nose to nose, eyes locked on one another.
“Me neither.” I lifted my head and kissed him, our tongues tangling. Each slow glide caressed every cell in my body. And every single one of them belonged to him. My orgasm built again, heightened with every move Emmett made. I moaned into the kiss, my thighs tightening around him, hands sinking into his hair. His thrusts grew more forceful, my couch creaking with each one.
“I love how big you are on top of me,” I whispered. “How safe it makes me feel. Like you won’t let anything happen to me.”
“Never,” he said, and I knew he meant it.
I held onto him tightly, his muscles firm and quaking beneath my grip. “Don’t stop.” I moved beneath him, meeting his thrusts. “I’m so close, baby.”
“Look at me while I make you come,” he demanded through heavy breaths. “Wanna watch the way my girl falls apart.”
My eyes snapped open, meeting his. It was instant, the way he captivated me. Everything faded until all that was left was him—my Emmett. My chest went tight, tears burning at the edges of everything, with the intensity of it. “Come with me,” I begged. I wanted him to be as consumed by this connection we’d built as I was.
His hips stuttered. “Delilah.” His brows pulled together slightly. “I love the way you make me feel,” he said quietly.
It was the closest thing to ‘I love you’ I’d ever dare to dream of getting from him.
I struggled to keep my eyes open as the pleasure ripped through me. But I did. He did too when he came seconds later. My name a whisper—a plea or a prayer, I didn’t know—on his lips. It was the most intimate thing I’d experienced. By far the most vulnerable I’d ever felt. I hadn’t even realized that a tear had slipped free until he kissed it away.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, catching his breath between gentle kisses. His heart hammered like a drum against my chest, mirroring mine.
I stared at my ceiling, terrified at what this meant, because that was the closest I’d ever gotten to making love.
And I’d reached the end of my rope of pretending.
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Ch 17 - Emmett
I finally got to shower with my girl, and the wait was worth it. She even let me wash her hair. That just might’ve been the closest thing to a religious experience I’d ever get. And now we were curled up together in her bed, and I wasn’t sure how this could get better.
Delilah traced the curving lines of one of my chest tattoos while I dozed, my fingers tangled in her hair that was still warm from being blow-dried.
“Em?” I hummed in response. Her voice came out small, unsure. “What are we doing?”
My eyes snapped open. The glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to her ceiling blurred. I forced amusement into my voice. “I think this is called cuddling.”
She propped herself up on her elbow, no trace of humor on her face. My throat tightened slightly. “I’m serious. What is this? What was that on the couch?”
My body instantly went cold. My stomach twisted so hard it hurt. Like it’d gotten tangled in barbed wire. “I don’t know.”
It was a lie. The first one I’d ever said to her in all the time I’d known her. I knew exactly what this was, what I wanted.I just couldn’t ask her for it. I couldn’t be that selfish with her. I refused. I had too much baggage, too many demons to constantly fight off. And I couldn’t ask her to fight them with me. I couldn’t ask anyone to take on a burden like that.
She sat up, my shirt slipping over her shoulder. “How can you not know? We’ve been sleeping together for a month.”
I wanted to say it. The words were right there. I’d hoped she felt them earlier on the couch. But she was looking at me like I’d disappointed her, and nothing came out.
“This wasn’t even supposed to be going on for this long,” she continued. “It was supposed to just happen once.”
“I know that.” I couldn’t shake the tremor in my voice. I couldn’t shake this sinking feeling in my chest. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion—seeing that split second when one thing goes wrong and sparks a chain reaction of destruction, but feeling helpless to stop it.
“Then why did you show up here tonight? Why did you confront Ethan? Why did you spend all that time looking for Willow?”
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. A desperate attempt to keep the words I didn’t deserve to say inside. I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know, Delilah.”
Her expression hardened. The questions shot out fast like bullets and hit me just as hard. “Why did you come after me when Claire and I fought? She told me you were going to quit if we hadn’t made up. Why would you do that? Why would you jeopardize your relationship with your family like that? Why do any of it?”
