Chapter 11

11

EMMA

I never once thought of myself as the kind of girl who would simply suggest we go to the bedroom. Yet here I am, holding Crow’s hand as he leads me to the back of the house.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I want him. That part is crystal clear. Every time I let my focus drift from how the two of us are touching, though, a slew of intrusive thoughts tries to sneak in and take over.

Like how I know for a fact my uncle is going to lose it when he sees me hanging out with “one of those tattooed biker freaks” that he always complains about. How my sisters will have a field day going on at length about how Crow isn’t “marriage material” because he has neither a high paying job nor a fancy degree.

Although, I have to say, his house is pretty fantastic. And he was truly great with all the kids this afternoon. My sisters were looking for men who were good on paper. Maybe I need a man who’s good on…skin.

I shove those thoughts away when we enter Crow’s bedroom and he turns on the bedside light. The entire room is painted a dark blueish green. The furniture is deep mahogany, giving the entire space the feeling of a dark, mystical forest. Even the bases of the antique lamps are shaped like bronze vines.

“Sometimes I stay up really late when I’m drawing,” he explains, kicking the door shut behind us and wrapping his arms around me. “Which means I need to sleep in late. So I like dark bedrooms.”

Dark, yes, but not creepy. It’s a wholesome darkness, just like Crow, with his jet-black hair, deep eyes, and inky tattoos swirling everywhere I can see. That makes me remember that I haven’t seen everything yet.

I reach for the button of his jeans, but he grabs my hand. “I only want to go as far as you do, Emma. Wherever that line is.”

Looking up, I meet his eyes, then shake my hand loose to keep unfastening his button. “I went on the pill in college, just in case. Well, today is the day. The case. The… You know what I mean.”

He laughs, picking me up and giving me a few slow twirls around the room before dropping me gently in the center of the bed. He starts to undo his jeans, then pauses and raises an eyebrow. “But what if I’m shy? Did you ever stop and think about that?”

“Hey, buddy. Fair is fair. What – you need some music to strip to or something?”

He turns away, and his jeans and shorts hit the floor. Damn. That ass.

“Well, that tight butt could definitely be the February spread on the fireman calendar,” I giggle. “What about the rest?”

He turns slowly, and my mouth falls open. I’ve never seen one in person, but like most girls I have checked things out online. A bit. What I’m saying is, I don’t have a ton to compare it to, but… That is the longest, thickest, most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. And it’s standing at complete attention. For me.

“And this is the photo for March,” I mutter. “As in, march over here and kiss me right now.”

I gasp as his hot, hard body is suddenly everywhere as his lips meet mine. This kiss is different. It’s not the dreamy, blissful sort of hunger of before. This is utter starvation.

My moan when his cock lands against my hip bone makes his eyes light up. “All for you,” he breathes, gently sweeping his skin against mine.

His muscular bulk makes me feel tiny as I’m caged underneath him. His erection juts out, pulsing against my skin, and my thighs spread wide in a clear invitation. Staring deeply into my eyes, he shifts, bringing the thick, round head down to my entrance.

My heart flutters as he eases inside while studying my eyes. I wish I could tell him how much this means to me. How I’m already falling for him so hard that it’s honestly a bit scary. How I didn’t ever think I’d feel this way about anyone. How desperately I want to believe that he could be the man for me…

But all I can do is gasp as his cock moves inside me, stretching my body open for his.

“So fucking tight,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “Tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart.”

I moan louder. He’s called me everything from doodlebug to baby to gorgeous to Sparky, but his choice to call me sweetheart at this moment… He’ll never know how much that means.

The round head of his shaft slips out to nudge against my clit several times before Crow buries himself completely inside me slowly, deeply. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my frantic moans and cries as an indescribable wave of pleasure takes over my entire body.

It feels so damn good. Losing all capacity for words, I simply moan and mutter something that sounds like, “Uh huh.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs to thrust deeper as my back arches, fingertips gripping his shoulders desperately. After several deep strokes, I’m so wet I can take him even further inside.

Somehow my body already knows what to do. My heel caresses the back of his calf. One hand grips the back of his hair as the other slides down, squeezing his firm, sculpted ass.

“So beautiful,” he gasps against my lips. “So soft and tight and all mine.” His hips roll in a slow, steady rhythm, stretching my pussy wide open.

I’m excited and needy, my pulse drumming in my ears as this gorgeous, amazing man moves our extremely different bodies together. Hard and soft. Huge and small. It’s too much pleasure to process, so my mind just shorts out. Through a white noise static of lust my eyes fall closed, every inch of skin vibrating where we touch.

“Look at me,” he commands as his hand slips down, his finger finding my clit. Wow – my entire pussy is so wet that he slips back and forth across it easily, the lubrication making everything intensify.

“I have to feel you come.” Now Crow is the needy one, as he searches my eyes. “Emma, sweetheart, please let me feel that hot little pussy coming all around me.”

“Yeah,” I manage to breathe, realizing that the tension coiling inside me like a spring is about to explode any second.

A mist of sweat beads on Crow’s brow as he moves steadily. I can feel that he’s holding back. Controlling himself. I can practically see his pulse thrumming in his neck and temples, as his ragged breath grows quicker.

Suddenly, all my thoughts come crashing back into focus. I really am falling for him. I want his pleasure even more than my own. I want him to want me.

And I need to see this same flicker of desire in Crow’s eyes every single day for the rest of my life.