Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

W arrick

I'd always found Emmerleigh enticing and that attraction only grew when I saw how capable she was on the job. Then it reached dizzying heights as I saw her selfless love for Georgia. There was something infinitely sexy about seeing a good mom in action. Boon would be giving me shit about my crush on my temporary wife if he were here, calling her a MILF. He'd be right too. After she boldly sat on my lap tonight, there was nothing I wanted more than to fuck the fight right out of Em.

But it was when she splayed her arms wide on the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist, and told me she trusted me that the attraction exploded into a fever pitch. I didn't waste time asking if she was sure. Call me an asshole, but I wasn't going to give her time to think about all the ways this could go sideways. She had enough reasons tumbling around that brain of hers to call this off and I sure as shit wasn't going to be the one to pump the brakes.

I felt a bit like a kid at Christmas, unwrapping what he knew was going to be the best gift under the tree. I peeled that flimsy excuse for a tank top over Em's head and tossed it over my shoulder. Her breasts, the small globes tipped with dusty-pink, hard nipples, were mine for the feasting. My hands got there first, my brain screaming at me to be gentle as I cupped them. My thumbs stroked over the tips and I greedily watched her eyes shutter as she sucked in a breath. I dipped my head and pulled one taut nipple into my mouth, registering the way her thighs tightened around me as I sucked. Every single reaction from her body was like a gold star, a pat on the back, a fucking trophy for my shelf.

Emmerleigh worked her ass off for both herself and Georgia. She'd endured a horrible betrayal by her ex and lost her mom soon after. As only her temporary husband, combined with her stubborn streak, there was only so much she'd let me help with. For tonight, I intended to use everything I had to keep her so in tune with her body, her brain would take the night off. No stress, no worrying, no planning for tomorrow. Just feeling. Just pleasure.

I let her nipple slide free of my mouth with a wet pop. "Fuck, Em. I could stay here all night and feast on you."

She pressed her lips together, like she was trying to stifle a smile. Well, that just wouldn't do. I wanted her screaming my name. Granted, Georgia was just down the hall, so I'd have to settle for a whimper, but I didn't want Em repressing anything.

"Nu-uh." I shook my head and her eyes refocused on me, confused. "I want you so out of your mind, I have to keep my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. Stay right there."

I pushed off the bed and disentangled from her legs. I could barely walk I was so hard, but I had an idea, and now that it was in my brain, I couldn't let it go. I needed to know her trust went deeper than the words. Grabbing one of my fancy leather belts out of the closet, I came back to the bed.

"I'm going to test this trust of yours. Think you can handle it? "

Em's eyes went wide as she took in the length of leather, but then her chin tilted up stubbornly. Fuck, she was cute when she wanted to argue.

"I said do your worst," she said defiantly.

I grinned. "Give me your hands."

She plucked her arms from the bed and held them out to me, much like she'd submit to being arrested, something I was sure she had no experience with other than watching crime shows on television. I secured the belt around her wrists, dropping a kiss on the tattoo of Georgia's name on her inner forearm. Making sure it was tight but also careful that she wasn't in pain, I stretched the opposite end up toward the headboard. I sure hoped my parents hadn't bought a cheap bed frame for this room because I was about to test its limits. I shifted Em up the bed and secured the end of the strap to the headboard. When I was satisfied with my work, I sat back and gazed at the scene she made, breasts bare and trussed up to my bed.

"You look fucking stunning."

Her eyes closed just briefly and she turned her face into her arm.

"Except for one thing."

Her eyes flew open. I reached over and slid my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, stripping them down her legs in one swift tug. She gasped and squeezed her legs together.

"Uh-uh," I tutted. My hands went to her ankles, stroking her skin there in deep sweeps that had her calves twitching. I moved upward, working the tight muscles until her thighs gave just an inch. "Open up for me, baby."

Her face went in her arm again, but she obeyed, spreading her knees a measly few inches.

"You think I can fit between there?" I had to grip myself through my pajama pants. I was dying to get between her legs and devour her after that brief taste last night. "Open wider or I'll have to get belts for your ankles too."

Her mouth popped open and she glared at me. Which was fine. I liked that better than hiding her face. Defiantly, she bent her knees and let them fall to the sides, baring a shaved, dripping cunt that was prettier than anything I'd ever seen.

"Em," I groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."

I had to purposely slow my breathing. If I didn't, this would all be over before I even got my damn pants off. I shifted closer and knelt before her. Fuck, she deserved to be worshipped like some kind of goddess of sexuality. I lay down on the bed, my hands smoothing over her thighs, watching the way her muscles jumped at my touch.

"Put your legs over my shoulders, baby." She complied. "Such a good girl. You must have a greedy little pussy."

She whimpered, her face turning back into her arm, her hips shifting restlessly on the bed. I ran my nose up her thigh, getting a whiff of her arousal as I went. My dick was pissed at me for taking things so slow, but he could fuck right off. I vowed to make this good for Em. Somehow, while I'd asked Em to give up her control, I'd lost mine.

My face dropped to her heat and I ran my tongue up her slit, nearly growling as she whimpered and tightened her thighs around my head. I did it again, this time grazing my teeth over her clit. She tasted like heaven. I dove in, licking, sucking, tasting, not giving her a single second to acclimate before I changed tactics. This was a feast and I was the wolf devouring her.

Her body began to quake and in the recesses of my brain I registered pain as she squeezed the fuck out of my skull. But then she was whimpering in earnest and trying to buck me off of her. Her taste bloomed on my tongue as she came. Hard. I stayed with it until the last tremor was pulled from her. When she stilled, I lifted my head with a grin on my face.

"I was wrong. I could stay right here all night."

Em panted, finally opening her eyes and staring at me like she didn't recognize me. Her skin was flushed and lined with a faint sheen of sweat.

"You're still dressed," she whispered .

I sat up, wiping a hand across my wet face. "Still greedy, Em?"

She gave an embarrassed head nod that made my night. "Ah, I get it. You're a dick girl. You need a hard cock filling you up to be satisfied. Am I right?"

She squeezed her eyes shut. "The way you talk," she groaned.

I scrambled off the bed and stood there, looking at her. Jesus. I'd be thinking back on this exact sight for weeks to come. Probably jerking off by myself after this sham of a marriage was over.

"Well, don't hide now. I'm about to give you the dick you want so badly."

Em lifted her head to see me over her arm, her face bright red, but her eyes sparkling. I was having fun and I knew it would embarrass her further, so I made a show of it, turning in a slow circle with my thumbs hooked in the waistband of my pajama pants.

"Oh, these? You want these gone?"

Em narrowed her eyes, but answered sweetly. "Yes, please."

I grinned like a fucking cat. "Oh, I like that please. Please sounds good on your lips. Just for that, I won't tease you." I dropped my drawers to my ankles and kicked out of the material. My dick bobbed between us, ready to finally be deployed. Her gaze dropped to my erection, widening slightly as she saw how hard I already was.

"Yeah, baby. That's what you do to me with your arguing, your little whimpers, the please ." I grabbed the base and gave the full length a tug as I put a knee back on the bed. She watched with rapt attention. "I'll give you a choice. Mouth or pussy?"

She bit her lip, not saying a word.

"You gotta say it, baby, or I can't give it to you."

"Pussy." Her face flamed redder and I bit back the grin. For all that confidence and bravado with a drill in her hand, she was sure shy in the bedroom. If she gave me more time with her in here, I'd get her over that. A few more nights in my bed and she'd be screaming out what she wanted.

I reached for the bedside table and opened up the bottom drawer, coming back with a condom. I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it down my length.

"Whatever you wish, wife," I said, climbing up on the bed and between her strong thighs. I dipped my head and claimed the nipple I hadn't tasted before. It practically begged for my mouth, so pert and untouched. When it was just as red and swollen as the other one, I gripped my dick and lined up with Em, running the tip up and down in her wet mess.

"Warrick?" she whispered.

I looked up, gritting my teeth and forcing my body to stay still. For the love of all things holy, if she told me to stop, I would. I might fucking die from stopping, but I would.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Be gentle. It's been a long time," she whispered, looking down at where we were about to be joined. "Please," she added, like an afterthought.

I let go of myself and cupped her jaw until she looked me in the eye. "Always. I'll never hurt you. I promise."

She studied me for a long moment and then gave the barest of nods. My hips bucked slightly and the tip of me slid inside her exquisite heat. My eyes rolled back in my head and I had to grit my teeth to keep from plunging all the way in. I waited a fucking eternity, giving her the gentleness she deserved and asked for. I waited until she lifted her hips, urging me on. Another few inches and she was panting below me. She was tight, which was to be expected with her being a foot shorter than me. The woman was small, a fact easily forgotten with her work ethic and the loud bellowing on the jobsite.

"You good?" I breathed from between clenched teeth, watching her face closely.

"So good," she sighed. Then she looked up at me, sweet blue eyes clear. "I'm good. Do your worst now."

As if I was an animal finally released from a restraint that held it back, I did. My hips plunged forward, sinking my cock all the way inside of her, bottoming out and making me shiver with pleasure. I reared back and plunged back inside, the bed squeaking loudly. Em tossed her head back and exposed her throat, lost in pleasure in a way that made me almost not need the orgasm to be satisfied tonight.

Almost.

I rode her hard, hands gripping her waist and thrusting in and out with an increasing pace. Em went slack and let me position her body where I wanted her, her perfect pussy taking each and every one of my thrusts. She kept her head thrown back until I felt her muscles tighten around me. Her head came up, neck straining as she stared at me. Her breath stuttered, her muscles fluttered and I somehow knew I had to let go of her hips and clamp a hand over her mouth. She keened as she shattered around my dick, the sound muffled by my hand. I had exactly one thrust left in me before I exploded, pumping into her mindlessly until I slumped on top of her body, completely spent.

Em shifted at some point as we lay there. My eyes flew open, remembering I'd kept her arms tied up and she was probably highly uncomfortable. I pulled out of her, gritting my teeth against the heightened sensation and hurried to untie her wrists. I massaged her arms, planting kisses along her skin. When I was satisfied she wasn't in any pain, I got off the bed.

"Stay there." I slid my pants on and headed for the hallway to find a washcloth in the shared bathroom. After taking care of the condom, I got the water warm and wrung the towel out before coming back.

I pulled on one of her knees and her eyes popped open. "What are you…?"

I climbed between her legs again, gently swiping up her inner thigh. She flinched but then relaxed and let me finish. "Taking care of you, Slaywright." I shook my head. "I don't know what kind of lovers you've had, but I'm the type of man who takes care of his woman, before, during, and after sex."

Em curled into my side when I was done. I tossed the washcloth onto the floor and held her tight, stroking her hair. We didn't talk further as our heart rates came down, which was just as well. I didn't actually think I could handle details about her past lovers. I waited until her breathing had evened out before speaking again.

"Thank you, Em. Your trust means everything," I whispered into her hair.

She said nothing but eventually fell asleep in my arms, another sign of that trust. Normally sex made me sleepy, but not tonight. My brain was whirling with all the ways things had gotten mixed up. Married, then sex, then actually falling for my fake wife. I rolled my eyes at myself, making another vow.

I was going to date my wife and get her to fall for me.

Because I was pretty sure I'd found the only woman in the world who was right for me.

When I woke up the next morning, Em wasn't in my bed. I could hear her and Georgia somewhere in the house. Damn, I'd slept solid last night. I scrubbed a hand over my face and grabbed my phone. There was a text from Em.

Em: I'll take Georgia to school this morning. Thanks for last night.

I frowned. Em wasn't one to text something flirty, but something about that text sounded lukewarm. And that just wouldn't do. Now that I knew Em ran as hot as a metal slide on the playground in the summer sunshine, I didn't want lukewarm.

Punching in the numbers for the new lawyer I'd hired for Em's case, I requested a detective be hired to watch her ex for a few days. I wanted answers. Now.

I needed this thing cleared up with her ex before I could move forward with Em like I wanted. Sex was fucking amazing, but I was planning for so much more.