Emerson trembled as she propped herself up on an elbow, searching my face as if she wanted to memorize me in case I wasn’t here in the morning. She didn’t realize that I’d be here forever.
Her bright pink nipples called out for my attention, so as I pushed my fingers deep inside her, I lowered my head and sucked one into my mouth. She dropped onto the bed with a deep moan as I ran my tongue over the tight bud.
“You can stop me at any point,” I said as I moved my attention to her lips again.
Emerson nodded. “I know. I trust you, Knox.”
Her fingers slid along my shoulder, sending zaps of attraction straight to my cock. I tore off my underwear and settled myself between her legs.
Our foreheads rested against one another as I pushed through her opening. Emerson groaned, and her fingers dug into my skin as I slid myself deeper inside her.
“You’re so wet. Later I’m going to taste you for an hour,” I promised with a lick of my lips.
Her mouth turned into a smile. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You better,” I said as I pushed the rest of the way in her and finalized our connection.
It was me and Emerson from here on out. We moved together, the heat of our bodies connecting, turning the cabin into a sauna.
Her heart beat strong and steady. Real. With me the entire way.
“We’re not rushing tonight,” I said as she pushed her hips against mine, silently begging me to go fast.
Emerson shook her head against the pillow. “Fast now. Slow next time.”
“But you’re so fucking tight.” Her body was like a hot stove. She grabbed me from within and refused to let go. It had my legs shaking, trying to keep control.
The hot, heavy air clung to our bodies, and I reached down to lick it from her.
“Oh god! Yes, like that,” she screamed.
I did the same move again and Emerson’s body latched on to me, from her arms wrapped around my neck to her pussy clenching against me. She screamed, her back rising an inch off the bed.
“Shit.” I lost control, my cum shooting deep inside her as she milked every drop from me. “This isn’t over.”
The rest of the world would wait.
Tonight belonged to us.
10
*EMERSON*
The hot summer afternoon sun beat in through the now-open storm window of the cabin. I rolled over. The heat made me sticky as humidity clung to all my surfaces. A large, powerful hand rested on my lower stomach.
Knox.
Last night’s events flashed through my mind. Fighting with a criminal, blowing up his boat, the rush back to shore. Then our bodies, the connection, me promising to move to Alaska.
My heart rate kicked up, causing my chest to hurt.
What was I thinking?
It was lust.
And hot guy abs.
It wasn’t my fault. No one’s brain worked at maximum capacity when they were kissing a hot guy.
