Emory snatched Amelia by the wrist and wrenched her toward him. The glass tumbled from her fingers and shattered against the floor. His mouth hovered close to hers, enough that her frantic breaths caressed his lips.
“Every word from your pretty mouth has been a lie,” he said. “Either you start telling me the truth or I turn you over to the other side.”
Amelia’s eyes darted over his face, panic perhaps that he might crush his mouth to hers.
Maybe he would.
Maybe a hard kiss and rough sex was the watershed moment they needed.
His cock hardened at the thought. She could hate-fuck him for all he cared. What he wouldn’t give to have her long legs wrapped around him as he buried himself inside her; on all fours, his hips slamming into her ass; on her knees with her perfect lips wrapped around his dick.
Emory had thought of it so often, craved it night and day, and it’d become the engine to his instincts. It’d drive him into madness if he let it.Keep your head.
“Good,” she said, her famed fire burning in her eyes. “I’d rather die than spend another minute here with you.”
Amelia couldn’t lie like him, nor could she see how her body betrayed her. She didn’t know that her nipples hardened, chest heaved, limbs trembled as he leaned in close.
Emory called her bluff with a simple act of intimacy—a nuzzle of his nose against hers. Amelia’s instincts betrayed her too. She closed her eyes and returned the gesture. Emory released her arm and traipsed his fingertips across the top of her thigh. A ghost of a touch, it elicited from her a gentle sigh as her hand found his shoulder.
“I don’t believe that,” Emory whispered against her lips. “Give me tonight and you’d die just to spend another with me.”
With a shuddering breath, Amelia’s head lolled back and exposed the length of her neck. Emory gripped her thigh and drew her onto his lap. She came willingly and didn’t object when he pressed his lips to her pulse. He slipped a hand to her ass and dotted soft kisses up her neck. He’d be good to her too. She had to know that.
His lips slowed as his fingers met the juncture between her legs. By the heat coming off of her, she had to be soaked. Emory lifted his head enough to look at her. Wide-eyed, Amelia stiffened as if waiting for him to take more than he already had. Emory wouldn’t, not unless she made the first move.
And she did.
Her knees fell open, and her arms snaked around his shouldersto draw him near. Emory kept her eyes as he hooked his middle finger beneath her underwear and pushed it aside. He traced her slit with his fingertip in a light stroke and stared between her legs.
Her pussy was as perfect as her mouth—plush pink lips he wanted so badly to fuck, to taste. When she didn’t pull away, he sunk into the delicious wetness there and slipped a finger inside.
“Emory,” she gasped.
He couldn’t tell if it was a protest or a moan. It had facets of both as his thumb gently circled her clit. With her eyes shut, Amelia arched into him and rolled her hips.
“Is this what you wanted from me?” he asked and slid another finger inside. Amelia bit her bottom lip to disguise a smile.
She could only lie with one set of lips but seemed to have forgotten that as she unraveled with his touch. Emory dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder and stroked her from the inside until Amelia relaxed against him.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Her lashes fluttered as she met his gaze. “Say it. Tell me you wanted this.”
“Yes,” she sighed and rode his fingers as if she needed it just as badly as he did and was ecstatic they could finally drop the charade.
Amelia came apart right there in his arms. Emory tugged her bra down to free one breast that fit sofucking perfectly in his palm. He sucked on her nipple that was already hard.
“Is your pussy going to take my dick this good?” Emory demanded to know.
Amelia didn’t respond. With her eyes squeezed shut, she struggled for full breaths as Emory pumped slow and deep. She was so close and could have her orgasm but would have to answer him first. Emory wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Emory swiped her clit and resumed his rhythm. Amelia rewarded him with another moan, and her beautiful facecontorted in pleasure. He watched her, memorizing the tremble of her lips and the pulse at her neck flickering beneath her skin. Another flush of wetness soaked between her legs and coated his fingers. Such a sweet thing, she came so beautifully with his name on her lips and stunned in the afterglow with her cheeks flame red.
Emory unzipped his pants and freed his cock. “Take what you want,” he said.
