Page 76 of Fate In Fiction

“Easy, little darlin’.” His voice is level, unlike my need for a release. “I know what I’ve been doing to you.” Emmett reaches for the showerhead, placing it between my legs. “Better?”

“It’ll do for now.” I hear my tone deflate, wanting him to slam me against the wall and take me.

“Let me take care of you.” His voice matches the truth in his eyes as I nod in compliance. “Hold this in place.” I replace his hand over the showerhead as it beats against my clit.

He reaches to the side, pumping soap into his hand from the large shower gel bottle. Sensation from the showerhead builds through me, his hands gently lather my entire body in suds, slowly massaging my shoulders, down to my lower back and legs. On his knees, staring up at me, he raises the showerhead to my breasts, replacing the absence with his mouth. His tongue swirls over my clit, bucking my knees as my hand weaves into his hair. He sucks me until I shake around him, relishing in my awaited release.

Standing, a satisfied smile settles across his face as my eyes track over his tattoos, solid mounds of abs, and his gloriously thick dick. God, it must be throbbing for a release by now. My eyes meet his as I lace my arms around his neck. This time, he picks me up, holding eye contact. My heart rate skyrockets, awaiting his entry. Taking a step forward, the shower shuts off.

“Umm…” My eyebrows furrow as he carries me out of the shower. “No shower sex?”

“Not this time, Josie.” The shake of his head and his eyes dipping to my lips signals me to end the conversation with a kiss.

Our dripping bodies leave a trail to the bedroom as the hunger in our kiss grows. Laying me down on the bed, our kiss breaks as our eyes open. The back of his hand brushes down the side of my face.

“These last few months have been a quite a ride.” A laugh settles in my chest, but a flood of emotions flutters through me at the way he’s looking at me.

“You’ve turned the tables for me, Josie.” His forehead presses against mine. “I like who I am with you.”

“You made these choices on your own.” My fingertips feather down the backs of his arms.

“I never believed a moment like this would happen for me.” The admittance and vulnerability in his voice clenches my heart. “I’ve made a lot of dumb choices over the years.”

“You deserve this moment.” I push through the crack in my voice. “You’re worth it.” My hands lift, cupping his face as I lean up to kiss away any of his self-doubt.

Lining himself up with my entrance, Emmett stares deep into my eyes, watching the way my body accommodates all of him. Our bodies tether together as tingles rush up the sides of my abs as he takes me deep. I swallow, my throat feeling dry as I witness the change of this moment between us. His forearms rest on each side of my head as he hovers above me. Brown commanding eyes say the words he doesn’t, his hands delivering how much he cares. The thrust of his hips gradually increases to a steady pace, but time remains stationary. Our breathing syncs, and my stomach flips as he watches me. Rocking my hips with his, I cling to this moment, embedding it deep into my soul. Emmett and I are transcending to a new state of vulnerability with every passing second. His moves are deliberate. Every touch, every sentence, is an admittance to what I truly mean to him.

So consuming that those three words nearly fall from my mouth. My teeth dig into my bottom lip to stifle myself.

It’s beautiful and terrifying all at once.

His fingers lace through mine, planting my arms above my head. A euphoric sensation radiates on high frequency as we remain palm to palm. My legs wrap around his waist as he leads me ricocheting into a puddle of pleasure.

“You’re close, Josie.” His whisper in an encouraging tone. “I can feel you tightening around my cock. Your parted lips and static breaths want you to let go.”

I nod, arching my back as his pelvis grinds against my clit. “Come with me,” I murmur, barely holding myself together. “This moment is ours.” I free my hands from his, wrapping them around his neck, and connecting our lips.

“Watch how you consume me.” He breaks our kiss, picking up the pace of his thrusts. A deep breath fills my lungs before my body locks, convulsing around him. “Fuck, Josie.” His slacked jaw and growl of my name extend my own orgasm. Looking directly into my eyes, he communicates exactly how I make him come undone. His dick twitches inside me as the warmth from his load empties into me.

“I’ve fallen so damn hard for you, Josephine Callahan.” His hand runs over the top of my head as his lips press to the tip of my nose.

“Likewise, Emmett Wheaton.”

My heart thumps as I come down from the high of the moment. Emmett pulls out, rolling beside me. I sit up as my damp hair hits my back. Glancing down at the bed, a giggle escapes. We were so caught up in the moment that my sopping hair wasn’t even a thought as he lay me on the bed.

“Looks like we are going to have to share one half of the bed.” I shrug.

“From this moment on, you’re in my arms every night, little darlin’. Your head belongs on my chest.” Contentment fills me as I head to the bathroom before settling down for the night in his arms.

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“Now that’s a sight to wake up to.” I walk into our kitchen in Aspen, and pause, taking in all of Emmett. My goodness, this man does nothing but ooze sex. His crisp white shirt is undone, a tie hangs lose around his collar, his boxer briefs show the outline of his glorious dick, and my heart stops when I see a book in his hand. Not just any book. He’s reading one of my spicy ones.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” He smiles, setting the book down, and takes out another mug. His smile has remained permanent since the past weekend in Miami.

“How are you up before me?” Mornings are the time of day he usually seems to dread.

“You’re the reason.” Walking over, he leans down, connecting our lips in a slow kiss. The flip in my stomach hitches my breath with how insatiable we have been for each other since flying back Sunday. We ended up missing our flight and stayed an extra night in Miami. A thrill flutters through my stomach, tickling my lungs as they expand with anticipation. My arms wrap around his neck as a moan echoes in his mouth. I’m once again turned on and amazed by how much wetness my body can produce.