“Of course. I’ve never bought flowers for another woman, except for your mom, and I wouldn’t sift through tons of candy to pick out your favorite color for someone else.”
She throws her arms around my neck, pulling me down, and smashes her lips against mine, causing me to lose my breath.
When her tongue slips past my lips, I groan and pull back. “Em, we need to stop. I need to know that you know what you’re doing before we go any farther. You’ve had too much to drink and paired with the musc–”
“Shut up.” She stands on her tip toes. “I know what I want, and what I want is you.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Emily
I’m standing outside of Callahan’s Bar with my hands in Jake’s hair, my legs straddling his thigh, and his tongue dancing against mine. I should be embarrassed, but all I feel is lightheaded and fucking amazing.
He was meeting Amanda to discuss her brother. That’s it. There was nothing else to it. At least as far as Jake was concerned. And I ran away like a fool. When I could’ve climbed on top of him and ridden him like I want to within the next five minutes.
Why did I miss that opportunity?
I smile against his lips as his hands skate along my body, caressing my breasts, down my back, and then grabbing my ass. He wants me, and no one else. I arch into him like a cat. The man is insanely good at making out.
I pull back to catch my breath. His eyes are filled with so much heat that they nearly incinerate me on the spot. “We should–”
“Right.” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I should get you home. You don’t want–”
“Oh, I know what I want.” I yank the edge of his T-shirt up, stroking along his abs. “I want you.”
“You can have me anytime. Anywhere.”
“Good.” I grin and pop his jeans’ button. “I want you now. And here.”
“Babe.” He grabs my hand and holds it in place. “You’ve had too much to drink.”
“So?” I arch an eyebrow, brush his fingers aside, and tug on the zipper. “It’s not like this isn’t what I want when I’m sober.” I slide my hand inside his jeans and cup his cock. His hard, thick, swollen cock. As I squeeze him, I run my thumb across the tip, smearing the precum in my wake.
“We should go to my place, sleep, and then if this is what you want in the morning, I’ll move heaven and earth to give it to you.” He cages me between his body and the side of his pickup.
Like those words and his arms being on either side of me are deterrents from wanting him. All he’s doing is adding fuel to the lust swirling inside of me until it feels like a firestorm that’s going to overpower me.
“Here’s fine. You let me sleep. Besides, it’s after midnight.” I lick my lips as he groans watching every move like he’s about to pounce on me. “So, it’s morning, and I want you buried deep inside of me.”
“Fu-u-uck,” he growls and claims my mouth with a ferocity that I’ve only read about in books. His tongue tangles with mine, causing me to whimper as I yank his jeans open, giving me better access to his cock.
As I stroke up and down his shaft, he groans deep in his throat, sending waves of convulsions through my core. It shouldn’t be possible to come without him touching me but the thudding in my pussy and clit disagrees with that hypothesis.
“Jesus,” he gasps as he comes up for air. “You’re a fucking dirty tease.”
“I’m not teasing.”
“When we get back to Brookhaven.”
“No.” I shake my head, sliding my other hand inside, until I’m cupping his balls as I jerk him off. With each up and down movement of my arm, his balls tighten until they’re tucked against his body. “Now.”
“Em, damn it.” He glances in both directions as his jaw flexes. “Fuck it.” He lifts my skirt above my hips and rips my panties to one side. “I’ve never wanted anything as desperately as I want you. Do you see what you do to me? Fuck, babe, you’ve got to stop me.”
The sheer want in his eyes makes my toes curl, and the walls of my sex to convulse. Stop him? That’s not going to happen. If he doesn’t do this in the next five seconds, I’m going to do it for him.
“Please.”
He gasps for air as his chest presses against mine. The feel of his hard pecs against my nipples sends a shock through my system. “Please, stop? Or please, don’t stop?”
