“Fuck, Em. I wanted to care for you.”
Emerson took his hand in hers and led it between her legs where she was already soaked for him. “Then care for me,” she whispered.
Unable to resist any longer, Connor lifted her into his arms and perched her on the edge of the bathroom counter, her legs open to him. His knees landed on her towel as he dropped to the floor. With his eyes on hers, he licked her gently, once, then again. Teasing her with his tongue.
“Harder,” Emerson cried.
Connor stopped immediately. “Oh, no, babe. You don’t get to drive. You asked me to take care of you like this. I’m going to decide what that involves.”
Emerson bit down on her bottom lip and watched his mouth as he placed it on her very center. “Connor,” she gasped.
Running his tongue down the length of her, he tasted more of her sweet flavor. His dick throbbed beneath his own towel, and he grabbed it in a firm fist for a moment to ease the ache.
He placed one hand on her thigh, holding her open, and slid one finger inside her. Fuck, she was so wet for him. It was a wonder. He increased the pace of his thrust, increased the friction of his tongue on her clit.
Emerson grabbed his hair, and he didn’t fucking care. Let her ride his face into oblivion. If that’s what she needed to get over the day she’d had, he was totally here for it.
“Oh, Connor, I’m…”
Her words petered out, but he could feel her as her channel fluttered around his finger, as her body shuddered.
Connor stood and placed her legs around his waist before he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. When he slid into her, he wanted to be in the bed he was coming to think of as theirs.
He laid her down gently, her head on his pillow. She fit perfectly…in his bed and his life. Her skin was soft beneath his fingertips as he ran them along the side of her face. “You okay?” he asked. If an orgasm was all she needed from him tonight, he’d be happy with that. “Do you want more or rest?”
“More,” she whispered.
Once sheathed in a condom, he climbed between her legs, letting his weight rest on her. “I love you,” he said, sliding her hair back from her face, letting the words dance around his tongue.
Emotions filled him at the knowledge she felt the same way about him, too. It was like the warmth of the bright summer sun on his skin…comforting and nurturing.
Their lips met, and Connor kissed Emerson deeply until they were both breathless and Emerson squirmed beneath him. He reached between them for his dick, edging it into her fractionally and slowly.
The tension he felt in his balls was almost unbearable, but he wanted to possess Emerson’s very being. He wanted her desperate and begging for release.
“Connor, please,” Emerson cried out, arching her hips in a bid to receive more of him.
“Slowly, babe,” he grunted, aware of how deep his voice sounded.
He inched back and then slid forward until his dick throbbed, a pulsing sensation, like he was coming without ejaculating. He held still for a moment.
Emerson wrapped her arms around him, pulling on him to go deeper, but she was no match for his strength. He simply held his position over her and pinned her hip to the bed with one arm.
“Argh,” she cried in frustration. Her eyes were filled with fire, a definite change from the glassy look she’d had when he’d returned from the gym.
Connor edged back and slid in a little deeper, knowing his own willpower was going to give soon. She was so warm and wet and welcoming, and he was so on edge.
“I love you,” he repeated.
“Then make love to me,” Emerson said, exasperation filling her words.
Connor kissed her again. “In good time, Em.”
He began to move in a steady rhythm, back and forth. Emerson was so wet there was barely any friction, just the delicious pressure of her as she clenched around him.
He slipped his hand behind her knee and opened her wider, allowing his hips to sink farther until he was so fucking deep inside her. Bottoming out on every stroke, hitting Em in the place she loved most, the spot guaranteed to get her off.
She was close to coming again. He could feel it.
His own orgasm was building, hurtling down his spine to the finish line.
“The way you grip me,” he gasped as it started to become more sensation than he could bear. “How wet you get. Fuck.”
“I’m so close,” Emerson cried.
“Me too. Let go, Em, I’ve got you.”
As Emerson came around him, he gave up all attempts at slow. He plunged inside her, filling her fully, pounding deep. Fuck, the feeling was intense. He’d never felt anything like it.
His orgasm hit him, thrust after thrust of near-painful spasms as he emptied so completely inside her.
And as he finally came down, with his head in the crook of Emerson’s neck, their limbs wrapped tightly around each other, he realized that not only did he have her, but she had him.
Chapter Eleven
Connor pulled up outside his mom’s place and killed the engine. As expected, Derek’s car wasn’t in the driveway. He wanted to catch his mom alone.
He jogged up the steps and knocked on the door. Alyssa answered a few moments later, wearing a paint-smudged apron and a streak of white paint across her cheek.
“Connor, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing out of work so early?”
He kissed her cheek as he stepped inside the hallway, cluttered with coats and shoes. “I wanted to see you…well, I wanted to talk to you.”
She closed the door. “Of course, head on into the kitchen. I just brewed some coffee. Help yourself and pour me one while I go deal with my painting stuff.”
Connor wandered into the kitchen. The mottled marble
