Another, a little higher. Emmy presses her body against mine, warm and soft and inviting. “Touch me.Please.”
I’ll never say no to you.
Not when she sounds close to begging. She never has to beg for me.
I’ll get on my knees for this girl. Every time.
My hands spear into her hair, tilting her face up. Em sucks in a breath, her eyes widening.
I press my lips to her forehead. Lower.
My lips trail across her cheeks, traveling over her scars. Each and every one. The fleck at the corner of her left eye.
The freckle beneath her right.
My breath ghosts against her lips. And then I move on.
Em shudders as I tilt up her chin and press my lips to the soft skin underneath. I lose myself in tasting her, my tongue flickering out to trail over the pulse in her neck.
Our breathing is the only sound as I pull back. Her blue eyes are glazed. “Jared?”
“I want to make you feel good.” I trail my hand through her hair, rubbing a silky strand between my fingers. “Can I?”
At her nod, I drop down.
Kneeling in front of her.
My hands wrap gently around her ankles, before I push them up. My palms skate up, over her knees. Higher.
Brushing the edge of my shirt. “Seeing you in my shirt does things to me I can’t explain, Emilia Marsters.”
She swallows. “Thank God. Because I was running out of ideas.”
Cheeks flushed, she watches as my fingers trace the cotton.
“Not everything,” I clarify softly. Needing her to understand, before this goes any further. “Not yet.”
Not until I stop feeling like deadweight, holding her back.
She lets out a shuddering breath. “I want everything.”
“So do I.” More than anything, I want that. My thumb rubs circles into her skin. “I’m nearly there, Em. I promise. Think of this as a… taster.”
Her lips quirk up. “Is that a euphemism for something?”
Absolutely.“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
Her hands grip me tightly, and I push my hands up. Underneath my shirt, my hands brushing against the softest curls. “You fucking undo me. Every single time.”
My hands reach around, tapping the cheeks of her ass. “Leg up, baby.”
She’s trembling as her leg lifts up. I hook it over my shoulder before steadying her. “Hold onto me.”
My arm wraps around her as I spread her open. Emmy is shaking. “Look at you. Soft and pretty and glistening for me.”
Shewhimpers.
I want to hear it again. That needy little sound.
