Her eyes soften. “Anytime with you is magical, Landon. We’re in this, right? The two of us? We’ll have time to go slow and explore later. Right now, I need you. I feel like we’ve had weeks of foreplay and then last night… I want this. I want you,” she confirms.
I hover over her, and her legs are once again fastened behind my back. Her eyes are locked with mine. “You’re beautiful.” She is. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Her face is void of makeup and her freckles are on display. Just a light dusting, but I love them and plan to trace them with my tongue later. She’s real. She’s here for the right reasons. I can feel it deep in my soul. As I stare into her eyes, I know I’m falling in love with her. Hell, I might already love her. There has never been anyone like Emma Deaton in my life.
Reaching between us, I guide my cock into her entrance, and her back arches off the bed. I freeze, giving her time to adjust to me, but she lifts her hips, seeking more.
More of me.
More of us.
“Landon.” Her voice is a half plea, half moan.
“Tell me what you need, Em. You’re in control here.” She has no idea how true those words are. I would do anything for her.
“All of you.”
With a nod, I give her my acceptance. I give her all of me. Not just my cock, but my heart. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Like being inside her is being home. Like nothing else in this entire world matters. Football is the closest I’ve come to ever feeling like this and it doesn’t hold a candle to Emma.
“Is that the best you’ve got, Number Eighteen?” She smirks up at me.
That’s when I realize I’ve just been holding myself still inside of her while my mind wanders, thinking about what she means to me. She has no idea what I’m thinking, but I appreciate her eagerness and playfulness. That too is something new. Maybe because I’ve never known any of the other women like I know Emma. Maybe it’s because my heart is involved, but my guess is it’s just her, just Emma. Everything I feel is because she is who she is.
And she’s all mine.
Chapter 17
Emma
He winks and rocks his hips forward, eliciting a moan from deep inside my chest. He looked all too serious there for a minute and, if it had not been for the fact that he was buried deep inside of me, I might have wondered if he was regretting this. However, I know that’s not the case. Not now he’s moving—pulling out and pushing back in, taking his time teasing me.
“Now’s not the time for games, Barker. Let’s leave that out on the field, ’k?” I tap my hands against his rock-hard chest that’s vibrating with laughter.
“I never knew sex could be fun.”
“Oh, it’s fun all right. Once we get to the good stuff.” I lift my hips, seeking more of him.
“We have all night.”
I nod. “Okay, and we have an entire box of condoms, so let’s move this along, shall we?”
“I suddenly feel used.” He pulls out, almost all the way out, and I groan as he pushes back in. There is humor in his voice, so I don’t bother to comment.
“That, more of that,” I urge him instead. I wasn’t kidding when I said it feels as though we’ve had weeks of foreplay and then last night… last night was something off the charts. Sexy and comforting. He kept his word; he never tried to move things past kissing and roaming hands. Part of me hates to admit it, but I was testing him. He didn’t seem upset or aggravated; he didn’t even mention sex. He was perfectly content.
He tilts his head and presses his lips to mine. It’s sloppy and filled with an urgency I’ve never felt before. His thrusts increase in speed, and all I can do is hang on. Sliding my hands under his arms, I grip his back. My nails bite into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seems to spur him on.
My entire body is on fire. I have electricity coursing through my veins. My release starts to build, the ache growing with each thrust of his hips. “Don’t stop,” I manage to force the words out.
“You wanted fast. That’s what you’re getting. I’m so fucking close. Your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of my cock,” he pants.
I don’t know if I’m supposed to respond, but I can’t because when he swivels his hips and hits that spot, you know the one that makes your legs quiver and has you feeling as though you’re free-falling off a cliff? Yeah, that spot. He hits it, and all I can do is bite down on my lip and hold on for the fall.
“Fuck, Em,” he grits out, slamming into me hard, and the fall that was on the horizon is here. My nails dig deeper, my back arches off the bed, and my legs hold tight as my release washes through me. On and on, tremors rock my body until there’s nothing left. I want to fall back into the mattress and revel in it, but he’s not done. Landon breaks free, pushing my legs forward, holding onto the backs of my calves and hammers into me. A few quick thrusts and he’s clenching his jaw, calling out my name as he releases inside me.
When he finally stills and lowers my legs, he bends to kiss my lips. I feel him start to pull away, so I lock my arms and legs around him,
