I mean, I might have to revise my statement in a few more months—a guy had needs and two years was already a long fucking time—but I would not trade the last few months for anything.Sure, Arizona brought me new success in business but again, I had Emily to thank for that too.She opened my eyes and I fought to find a different pathway.
Her face still smiling, she reached a hand out, cupping the back of my head where I’d hit it against the wall.“You ok?”
My own grin was crooked and I shook my head.“I’m fine.Thanks for the concern.”Her fingers gently scratched over the spot, slowly and mesmerizingly.My eyes started to feel heavy, but I wasn’t through with this conversation.
Gently, I took her wrist in my hand and pulled her hypnotizing fingers from my hair.I pressed my lips against her knuckles before placing her hand back next to the other.“I haven’tdone the dirtywith you because I need you to know that I’m in this for the long haul,” I finally answered.While the phrasing was done in jest, the sentiment was serious.“That, and I might still be a little bit embarrassed,” I added with a wink, feeling an immense need to lighten up the mood again.
With a heavy sigh, but still a smile on her face, Emily seemed to accept that.“Ok.For what it’s worth, you’ve proven yourself a hundred times over.”She leaned down to peck her lips against mine before pushing away and standing.“I’m going to change for bed.”
I glanced at the clock.Shit, it was eight already.I sat up fully, swinging both my legs over and resting my wool socked feet on the floor.Turning my head, I watched as Emily walked over in her own wool socks to the giant bed where our bags were sitting.My eyes cut over to the whirlpool tub that I may have fantasized about—not the tub, the actions in the tub—when booking this place a few weeks ago.
In all honesty, I’d been hoping we would have gotten to the sex part of our relationship by now, but it was looking like a lot of the features of this place would go wasted.Still though, Emily seemed the most relaxed I’d seen her in the last few months, so I could at least chalk most of this night up to a win.
With my own heavy sigh, I stood just as Emily stood, clothes close to her chest, as she moved toward the bathroom.“I’ll be out in a minute.”
I nodded.“Yeah, sure.”The door closed behind her and I walked to our bags, pulling out night clothes from the duffle that held both mine and Emily’s clothing.I stifled a yawn, not realizing how tired I was until now.When I had what I wanted, I took the clothing bag and placed it on the settee at the end of the bed and grabbed the second bag with our toiletries, walking it toward the bathroom.I’d just leave it outside the door to bring in when I changed.
I knew Emily’s night routine so I was a little surprised she didn’t grab at least her face wash but maybe she wasn’t planning on going to bed yet.It was a little early, after all.I’d be cool hanging out on the couch a little longer.There was a TV that we could watch.Not once in the hours since we arrived had it been turned on, but maybe it would be a good way to ease through the night hours.
Surely there was a Christmas movie showing.I’d stomach through the corniness if it meant holding on to Emily a little bit longer outside of bed.
I rapped my knuckles on the bathroom door.“Toiletry bag is out here, FYI.”Emily mumbled something in response that I didn’t catch, and I moved toward the couch once again.Tossing my lounge pants and long-sleeved tee on the table, I plopped down on the couch, fishing out my cell from my back pocket for the first time since arriving.I double checked my emails, sending an appropriate response to one of them, and quickly shot off a text to Con, asking—again—if he and Mia needed us to bring anything when we arrived.Not waiting for a reply, I shut down my phone and tossed it on the table beside my clothes.
The fire was starting to dwindle, so while I waited I put a few more logs on.Shit she was taking a long time.And she hadn’t even opened up the door to grab the other bag.What the hell was she doing in there?Getting herself off?
I chuckled to myself and sat back on the couch, closing my eyes as I thought about Emily leaning against the wall, one leg propped up on the bathroom sink counter, and her long fingers between her folds.She’d have her other hand on a tit; girl liked her tits played with.One time with her and I knew that for certain.
I imagined Emily dipping her fingers into her pussy, gathering the moisture there and bringing it up to her tiny clit, where she’d move the wetness around and make a sweet, slick friction.The more I pictured it, the harder I got under my jeans.My cock was digging into my zipper, begging to be let free.
The last time we were together, I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting her.Definitely was rectifying that the moment she said go.
And just like that, that was where my mind went.
Me in that bathroom, on my knees between her spread legs.Her foot resting on my shoulder now rather than the bathroom counter.My mouth up against her, my tongue—
“Rory?”
I sat straight up, startled out of my daydream, and looked over to where the bathroom door was now open but Emily wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Yeah?”I croaked out.Clearing my throat, I stood and adjusted myself, knowing there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about the major bulge in my jeans.“What’s up, Em?”
“Can you come here?”Her voice was coming from the confines of the bathroom so I made my way in that direction.After crossing the few feet of space, I pushed the door open the rest of the way and damn near swallowed my tongue.
Where the fuck was the sweatshirt she brought in here?I saw a fucking sweatshirt against her chest.And her short-assed boxer shorts.Where were they?
My eyes were glued to her; I couldn’t sweep the room and find them if I tried.
I did try though—really fucking hard—to keep my eyes on hers, but I couldn’t stop myself from dropping my gaze.In front of me, in the probably the most sexy fucking get-up I had ever seen in my thirty-two years, stood Emily.She had her hips cocked to the side and a hand in the dip of her waist.A black see-through triangle did nothing to hide her nearly bare mound and her top half was covered by the same material, the flowy hem of the teddy she wore moving slightly with her deep breaths.Further up, her chest was covered with a less see-through material but there was no padding, allowing me to see just how turned on she was in this non-outfit.
Finally, my eyes finished traveling north, taking in her bottom lip between her teeth—was she unsure of my reaction?Becauseshit, my reaction was most definitely positive—and her eyes watching me take her in.
And then her hair.Her beautiful fucking blonde locks, were long and loose down her back, begging me to gather it in my fist.
“Fuck,” I finally breathed out.
6
Emily
