He moves my hair behind my ear, the way he does so often. “But you know you want this?”
There’s a pleading glint in his eye as he asks for confirmation.
“I know I want this.”
“Okay. That’s all I need.”
“Okay.”
We’re absent-mindedly rubbing together, but when I shift my hips and ground my sensitive clit against his pelvis, a gasp escapes me.
Emmett’s expression turns a bit wonderstruck as he looks down to the space where we’re connected. His hands are gentle on my hips, slowly guiding me to move with him.
I know he can see the shock on my face too. I thought we were done, but judging how my body is warming, I think I could come again. And with the way I can feel him thickening inside of me, I think he can too.
He picks up an even tempo, but it’s still unhurried. Like an early Sunday morning kind of fuck.
Arm around me, hand cupping my ass, Emmett flips us, putting me on my back. And when his big body drapes over mine again, he moves inside of me until he takes me over the edge again.
This orgasm is a slow, soft ripple through my body. Thank God for that, because I don’t think I could handle one as intense as the first two. I writhe my way through it, riding out the slow wave. It’s a gentle pass and leaves me perfectly satisfied and sated on its way out.
“Yes,” Emmett pants into my ear when he feels my body tighten around his. “I could fucking live between your legs.”
He’s got his arm between me and the mattress, holding me in place as he slowly rolls into me.
“I’m going to come again.” Disbelief is laced in his tone. “I’m gonna co—”
And then he does, small shocks passing through him as he trembles on top of me.
It might be my favorite way I’ve seen him. Unexpected and a bit surprised. Shocked and a bit humbled. An unplanned moment of blinding pleasure all because of how much we want each other.
He falls into me with an exhale, face hiding against my neck. “Thank you,” he repeats.
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
“I went a lot of years without knowing you, Reese. I can thank you for finally being here if I want.”
Oh, I am so done for. So utterly gone for him.
He nuzzles against me, so much wonder in his voice when he asks, “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I don’t hesitate. “Hopefully making you mine.”
He lifts to look at me, eyes bouncing between my own. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I’d really like to call you mine, Emmett.”
“That’s good.” He kisses me softly. “That’s really good, Reese, because I’ve been yours for quite some time already. I’m glad you finally realized.”
33
Reese
For the first time since moving into this condo, I don’t wake up alone.
Warm sun spills into my bedroom, and when I take that first deep breath of the day, it smells like summer and sunshine and Emmett combined. Though I’m not sure there’s much of a difference between those things. Warm and dreamy. It’s the best time of the year. He’s the best part of my day.
A firm, protective arm is wrapped around me, keeping me close, and as consciousness begins to creep in, I’m reminded of where I am and who I’m with. With my face pressed to Emmett’s chest, I brace for the incoming dread to seep in. For the worry and the anxiety about the line we not only crossed last night, but obliterated.
