His eyes feast on me, his lids lowering. “You. Are. Extraordinary.”
My throat moves as I trace my hand down my neck to my clavicle, to the tip of my breast, then to my core. I taste myself, my tongue rolling around my finger.
“Fuck.” A long breath shudders out of him as he watches me. “You’re a siren.”
“It’s been a while,” I say as I shove down his shorts and boxers, and his cock jerks free. It’s long and thick, the crown weeping. My mouth waters, and I fall to my knees and take him into my mouth.
He curses, his hands slapping the wall behind me. His body tightens beneath my hands as I massage his thighs, then reach up to his waist and chest.
He thrusts gently into my mouth as I press kisses up his length, my tongue sucking on his tip.
“Emmy, fuck, stop, stop . . .” He pulls me back up and hits me with his lustful eyes. “Once we start fucking, we aren’t going to stop. No breaking-the-tension shit. I’m going to have you every day we have together.”
“Promise?”
He smirks. “I don’t have a condom, but I’m just back from a physical. You?”
I nod. “On the pill too.”
“So, we’re doing this?”
I kiss him, and finally he touches me again, his hands palming the back of my skull as his lips devour me.
He’s a man possessed, giving me deep, passionate, hungry kisses that make me weak.
I am lost in him, in this deep need to have him inside me.
His hand touches the top of my mound as a finger glides inside me, testing the wetness. “Dripping for me.”
“More.”
He finger-fucks me, and I gasp out with each exit, itching for more of him, for endless touches. When his thumb brushes my clit, I writhe against him.
He picks me up in his arms, my back against the wall. He thrusts inside me, deep and hard as I cling to his shoulders.
“Emmy,” he breathes as he squeezes my ass. His mouth sucks on my piercing, his scruff making excited tingles erupt over my skin.
There’s no resistance as I accept him. He swivels his hips, finding a new angle, and I adjust. He takes me roughly, checking my eyes for guidance.
“Do you know what it’s like to fuck you face to face?”
“No,” I say around a moan.
“A dream, darling. A fucking dream.”
Sensations spiral over me, a voracious need. And when he uses his pelvis to grind against my clit, I scream, trying for more, to get to the zenith.
“Graham,” a voice says from the door, and I gasp, my eyes flaring wide when Brody pokes his head in.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” Graham yells as I dip my head behind his chest to hide.
“Sorry to intrude. Emmy, dear, when we go out the door to leave, does it lock behind us?”
“Um, yes,” I say, my face burning with embarrassment.
“I thought so but wanted to check. Bye, turtledoves. Enjoy.” I hear a chuckle; then the door shuts again.
“You okay?” he asks me with a tender expression.
I nod as his hands move to each breast, playing with my nipples, then up my waist, each touch creating new waves. My breathing grows shallow until I’m dizzy. My legs tighten around his waist.
I shudder as he toys with my nub, pressing down with each stroke inside my pussy.
Over and over.
He fucks me.
Harder.
Wild.
Voracious.
Deep thrusts.
Like he’s trying to crawl inside me.
Until the imprint of the drywall must be on my back.
My body winds tighter and tighter, the sensations building until I’m about to burst. I glance down to watch him slide in and out, my hips thrusting to meet his. He growls, a deep sound, and it makes me skyrocket. My hands claw at his neck as I pull him in for a kiss and dance toward orgasm. It rises and rises, then shatters into beautiful shards, my pussy clenching around his cock as ecstasy tingles under my skin, in my veins. I call out his name, and he groans, kissing me through the vibrations.
“My turn, darling.” He kisses me hard, his hands digging into my hips as he repositions us and increases his rhythm as he pushes inside me with faster thrusts. I can barely keep up, my fingers around his neck as I hang on.
He groans out my name when he comes. Heavy breaths come from his chest as he grapples with the aftereffects, his body shuddering.
Maybe all we have is sex, chemistry, and pheromones that neither of us can resist.
But maybe it’s something more.
I don’t want to be temporary. I don’t want to be pretend. I want him.
He pulls out of me and stumbles to the couch with me still wrapped around him. He kisses my shoulder as I lean on him, snuggling under his chin. I feel his lips brush my hair.
I pat his arm. “That was great, Creamy.” I giggle when he huffs out annoyance. “You may as well accept the nickname. Mine is Darling, and yours is Creamy.”
He twists a strand of my hair around his finger. “You wanna go home and do this again, only with a bed?”
“Mine or yours?”
“Who cares?”
I laugh. “I have to be back at seven to get the store ready.”
“Is that a no?”
I ease off him and grab my clothes from the floor as he watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. “It’s a ‘Get your ass in gear so we can hurry.’”
He smiles, broadly, the effect of it nearly taking my breath. “Yes, darling.”
Chapter 25
GRAHAM
Having a bachelor party a month after being married is a bit unorthodox, but we’re at the Baller, a private membership club for professional athletes, and they serve a mean burger and have great beer.
Technically, it really isn’t a bachelor party. We’re here for a reason.
The waitress brings another round of tequila shots, and I discreetly push mine over in Cas’s direction. I need my wits about me. There’s a special guest arriving soon, and I want to be fully aware. Just the thought of seeing him makes my hands clench. Zero alcohol for me.
We’re inside one of the private rooms as Jasper chews on a french fry and gives me a baleful look from across the table. He nudges his head in the direction of Jane, Ciara, and Babs. “When I suggested we have a bachelor party, I didn’t know girls we knew would be invited. I was expecting hot strippers, not bookworms.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” I murmur. “I’m not into strippers.”
Jane flips him off. “We can hear you, meathead.”
Jasper uses both hands to return her salute. “I meant for you to hear, Miss Model.”