19. Emerson

Her words jerked through my entire body. My gut reaction was to tell myself that she didn't mean it. But I bit down hard on that. Because who the fuck was I to tell any woman what she meant?

"Gi," I muttered. My lips hadn't moved from her forehead, so the single syllable vibrated against us both.

She yanked back, her big brown eyes sparking, and glared at me. "Don't tell me I don't know what I want."

I released her and held both hands up. "I wasn't going to."

Putting words to my emotions wasn't easy. While I collected my thoughts, I ran my hands through my hair.

She must have taken that as a rejection, because she took a step away from me. Dammit. If I didn't move quick, she would storm out.

Breathing deep as desire coursed through me, I gave her a once-over, taking in the skintight dress that had been a temptation all night. I dragged my focus back up the red material, cataloging her wide hips and soft stomach. Running over the swell of her breasts, past the pounding pulse in her neck. Pausing on her lips for a heartbeat before meeting her brown eyes. Nothing good would come from a fling with her, but I found myself leaning in and snaking my hand behind her neck anyway.

As I pulled her soft body to mine, her eyes snapped wide, and she wet her lips. And I swore that simple swipe of her tongue rocked through my entire body. My dick jumped in my pants, and as if she could feel it, victory flashed across her face. My breathing picked up. Damn, I wanted this so bad.

"Define fling." My tone was choked, desperate. I needed a clear picture. And not the one in my head, which was her naked below me.

She swallowed. "Just tonight. Em, please just make me feel good for one night." She sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

There was no way I'd deny those pleading brown eyes. I was so tired of fighting this thing between us.

"Saying no feels impossible, I give up." I tilted her head back and crushed my mouth to hers.

She moaned in response, and I swallowed the sound. Her lips were full and soft and tasted like the wine we'd shared, and I ran my tongue across the seam. The throaty moan as her lips parted was the only invitation I needed; I surged inside. Like the desperate man I was, I devoured her, demanding more. Because her mouth was not enough.

She ran her hands up along my chest and pushed the jacket off my shoulders. I released her for the millisecond it took to slip it off. Then she lifted her arms, clinging to my shoulders as my hands slipped lower. She was the type of woman who deserved all my attention, so I slowed down, paying attention to every soft curve. Every slope and plane of her body needed to be worshipped. I skimmed over the swell of her tits, then slowly down her rib cage, eliciting a shiver in response. The way her body responded to me was a high I couldn't get enough of. The tips of my fingers danced past her hips to that ass I craved and pulled her closer, pressing her hard against my dick.

"Emerson," she whimpered, rocking against me. I wanted to lay her out in front of me. See every inch of skin I'd been craving.

"I need space." I yanked my mouth away, but I sank my fingers into the flesh of her ass. I loved that it was more than a handful. I wanted to see if it would bounce when I took her from behind. "I need room to strip you down. Touch and taste every inch of you. Smack this ass and then work that hot pussy over with my tongue until you're begging for my cock."

In response, her breath caught, and her body clenched tight. I bunched the dress in my fists and tugged it up, desperate to touch the silky skin of her cheeks, but instead of skin, all I found was another layer of fabric covering her ass and thighs.

"What the fuck is this?" I pinched the tight fabric and pulled, but it snapped back.

"It's what made the dress look so good." She rolled her eyes and pulled back, but I locked my arms around her. There was no way I'd let her escape me.

Her full tits and incredible ass were what made the dress looked good, but I wasn't going to fight with her about the details right now. "It needs to go." I ran my hand over the garment—it was skin-colored and like underwear, biker shorts, and a leotard all in one—and slipped my fingers between her thighs, finding a slit in the stupid spandex. "Wait, it has an access channel?"

"Access channel?" She tossed her head back and roared with laughter, but as I ran my finger through her very wet pussy, the sound quickly morphed into a moan.

My dick jumped at the idea that it would soon be surrounded by all that heavenly perfection. I needed to settle the fuck down, though, because my mouth planned to spend a good amount of time devouring her before my cock got its turn. I spread the material wider, and she bucked against my hand.

"Damn, you're soaked, Mariposa."

Her heated gaze met mine. Desire pounded in the brown depths. "You make me feel desperate for you." The breathless words wound through me, spurring me on. I dropped my mouth to hers again.

Fucking hell. She was going to be my undoing.

I walked her backward, desperate for my bed. My foot landed on something that was definitely not tile, and I slipped, causing both of us to list to one side. I'd just righted us when we crashed into something else. I was too lost in her to bother to see what the object was. Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from her but rocked my erection against the apex of her thighs, groaning at the sensation.

"I need a bed, now."

She giggled, half-pressed to a table and kinda arched into the wall.

I shook my head at myself. I'd love to say I was normally smoother, but that would be a lie.

"You seem crazy frantic."

"You have no idea," I assured her. Releasing her, I stepped away from the side table I'd backed her into and pointed. "My room. Let's move."

She sauntered past me with her dress bunched around her waist, a fucking tease if I'd ever seen one.

I couldn't resist smacking my palm against her ass as she wandered by. The crack echoed around us, and for a heartbeat, I worried she'd be pissed. But her long hair swung over her shoulder as she peeked at me.

"Yes, sir." Smirking, she batted her long lashes, then she took off.

Oh, fuck me.

I raced down the hall after her and practically tackled her on my bed. She giggled again as we bounced on the mattress. Arms planted on either side of her, I smiled down. The way her brown eyes sparkled up at me made my chest feel funny. When she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tight, that sensation turned into a bolt of need that coursed straight to my cock.

I rubbed against her core, relishing her heat. "I repeat, the unitard needs to go."

She laughed, tipping her head back against the comforter. "Ya know, I never knew this could be fun."

I cocked my head to the side. What did that mean?

"I don't think I've ever laughed one minute and moaned the next."

For a second, nervousness flitted across her face. There was no reason for her to be apprehensive, so, making eye contact, I brushed a silky lock of hair from her cheek with my finger and tucked it behind her ear.

"That's because you've been with the wrong man." I lowered and ran my tongue up her neck, fighting back a smile at the way her heart pounded, until I reached her ear. "Sex should be hot and fun. It should be everything that makes you feel good. And I intend to show you that." I pulled her lobe between my teeth, eliciting a whimper from her that slipped through her lips and ran down my spine. "So tell me where the zipper is, because we need all the layers gone."

She shifted and raised one arm. "Here."

Once I'd found the tiny zipper, I gripped it awkwardly between my big fingers and slid it down. The sight of her with the dress bunched up around her waist and the nude spandex that caged her like an awful trap, or maybe a chastity belt, made me grin. I shook my head, eager to focus on the task at hand.

I'd taken my tie off a while ago. It was probably in the pocket of my jacket out in the entryway. But I still had too much shit on too.

I pushed off and hopped off the bed.

Eyes widening in panic, she sat up. "Wait, what did I do?"

"Nothing," I assured her. "I don't want to make an ass of myself while I try to get all these layers off us both. If I'm not careful, I'll knock us both off the bed while I'm fumbling around."

She giggled at me while I yanked my shirt and tee over my head in one motion. As the clothing fluttered to the floor, the sound stopped abruptly, and she zeroed in on my chest. She pulled her lips in, and desire burned in her gaze as she drank me in.

Pride welling up inside me, I snatched her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Once she was in front of me, I skated my thumbs up along her ribs. Hypnotized by the dark depths of her eyes swirling with desire, I brushed the underside of her tits. Her pupils dilated, and her breath sped up. But there was also a hint of vulnerability in her gaze, like she worried I'd be disappointed the moment her clothes were off. I couldn't imagine how she could feel that way. And I wanted to show her how wrong that assumption was.

"You want to know why I'm such a frantic, clumsy dumbass right now? It's because you're so fucking gorgeous. Getting to worship every inch of you is every erotic daydream I never thought I'd get to experience."

Her breath hitched, and her eyes glistened. Now I was the one choking back emotion. This moment was unlike any I'd ever experienced. The air was thick, heavy, but with so much more than just sexual tension.

"It'll all slide down if you take it off my shoulders," she whispered.

Obediently, I hooked my fingers into both the dress and the torture device, and for an instant, her body tensed. I stopped there, focused once again on her face to gauge whether she was really okay with this. When a small smile crept over her face and her body went pliant, I continued slowly working both pieces of clothing down her arms.

When her arms were free, I stepped closer and released both of her tits. They were big and perfectly round, the dark nipples calling me to tease, to pinch, to taste. But it wasn't what she needed right now. Instead of giving in to the temptation, I bent and gave both breasts a chaste kiss, then lowered the dress down her waist. I dropped to my knees and placed a row of kisses down her soft stomach. Then on each hip. When the dress puddled at her feet, I rolled the spandex down, smiling up at her to reassure her that I loved what I saw.

Once she was completely free of the stupid unitard, I pressed my lips to one thigh, then the other, and stood back up.

When we were eye to eye again, her expression was guarded.

"Every part of you is better than I could have imagined. Thank you for letting me be the lucky fuck who gets to give you pleasure."

She blinked, and her breathing faltered. "Em?—"

I cut her off by slamming my lips to hers. Her nipples brushed my chest, and behind my zipper, my dick jumped. Slowly this time, I backed her to the bed and laid her down. Her big, bubbly curls spread across my gray comforter, and as I quickly got rid of my pants and boxer briefs, I couldn't pull my eyes off her. The rosy nipples, the swell of her hips, all tan, soft skin. Gorgeous. After her reticence, I expected her to cover herself, but instead, she took a small breath and slowly separated her thighs.

"Fuck," I mumbled the second my eyes locked on her glistening pink pussy. Instantly insanely desperate for her, I hovered over her, pressing my entire body against hers and delving into her mouth again. Bracing myself with one arm, I skated my fingers up her thigh and to her wet heat.

Shuddering, she arched against my touch. "I need you to touch me," she panted against my mouth. "Please touch me."

But I didn't want to just touch. I wanted to taste.

"Patience, Mariposa. We have time," I assured her, lowering myself. Lips pressed to her neck, I savored the scent of orange blossoms and the slightly salty flavor of her skin.

Continuing lower, I skimmed one breast, then the other, but when she arched her back, thrusting a nipple against me, I couldn't stop myself from latching on. Her responding throaty whimper nearly broke me. I was racked with a pounding need to slam into her pussy until I finally exploded, but at the same time, I was hit with the desperate desire to drag this out for as long as she'd let me. I lapped at her nipple, then switched to show the other attention. Two perfect points that I couldn't possibly pick between.

She rocked against my thigh, coating my skin with her desire. But I didn't want her to come on my thigh. I palmed her hip, holding it down.

"Please." Whimpering, she grasped at my hair and pulled.

A thrill shot through me at the move. Smirking, I flicked my tongue against her nipple a few more times, torturing her.

"Emerson," she growled now.

"What does my dirty girl need?" I asked.

"Your mouth on my pussy," she demanded.

Never in my life had I heard more perfect words. And I was more than happy to comply. I dropped my mouth to kiss her stomach, sinking my tongue into her belly button, then moved lower, separating her thighs to make room for myself. I ran my nose along her pussy, taking in her scent before I finally let myself have one long lap. The rich, salty taste of her on my tongue sapped any control I had left, and I dove in.

"Please, I—" she begged, clutching at my hair with more desperation.

I zeroed in on the bud of sensation that made her arch off the bed and deeper against my face. I circled her clit with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. I teased and played, and she thrashed under me as I curled two fingers inside her, pressing right on her G-spot.

"Yes, Emerson. Yes, right there." Her cry echoed around the room and vibrated through me.

I flattened my tongue against her clit, then flicked twice. That was all it took to have her falling apart. She tilted her head back, her eyes squeezing shut as she came hard on my tongue.

I'd never seen anything as beautiful as this woman being consumed by pleasure. I worked her through her orgasm, lapping up every drop of her release until her body sagged into the bed. Looking up from her still glistening pussy, I was overtaken by a surge of emotions. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her forever. Never let her go. See her come again and again. Make her smile. Make her laugh. I never wanted her taste to fade from my tongue.

What the fuck was going on with me? I wasn't the kind of guy who got attached.

I was all over the place, and I couldn't make this emotional. She'd asked me for one night, and that was what I promised. So this needed to be hot and fast. If it became anything more, I might never recover.

"Head down, ass up," I demanded, flipping her onto her stomach. Her normal sass was noticeably missing, and fuck if I didn't love how she followed my commands without blinking. I ran my hands up her waist and along her ribs to cup her breasts. With the weight of them heavy in my hands, I pinched both nipples, teasing her, pushing her back toward the brink.

"Emerson, I need your cock. Inside me now." Her voice had both an edge and pleading to it as she rocked against me.

As my dick wept, begging to finally be unleashed, I pulled away to grab a condom out of the nightstand. In record time, I had it on and was behind her, rubbing my tip along her lips.

"Damn, Gi. Your pussy is crying for my cock."

"So stop being so damn stingy with it."

The sass was back, and it had me chuckling. But the second I let myself slip into her, all humor evaporated. She was heaven. Hot, wet, and gripping me like a tight fist.

I groaned as I bottomed out inside her and her ass cheeks pressed into my thighs.

"Move, Emerson," she pleaded. "I need you to move."

That made two of us. With a quick motion, I slipped out and plunged back in. Electricity zapped through me, igniting a fire that licked up my spine. "Damn."

With every thrust, her ass bounced, mesmerizing me. Driving me on. Like an animal, I rutted over and over. I smacked the soft flesh as I thrust balls deep, and she whimpered as the cracking sound echoed against the walls and ceiling. Faster, harder, I pistoned my hips against her.

"Emerson." The moan of my name had me on edge, but I was determined to make her come first.

"One more," I demanded through clenched teeth as her pussy quivered and tightened.

She was so close. I spanked her ass one more time, and she clenched around me so tight, over and over, until I thought I might die from the sheer pleasure of the moment.

"Oh my God," she cried, her arms slipping and her body tipping so her cheek was pressed against the mattress. A burning need to see her face had me pulling out and flipping her over.

Eyes glazed with pleasure, she peered up at me softly. Walls down. At my mercy.

That right there, that open vulnerability, was my downfall. The whole world shifted, and in that moment, I fell hard. Epically. Off an edge and into an abyss. My perspective was forever changed. Looking into her eyes as I slipped inside her, I knew there was no going back.

I pumped my hips, consumed by the feeling of being inside her soft, warm body. Without slowing, I linked our hands and lifted them over her head, bracing myself on my elbows changing the angle. Her eyes flitted shut, and I dropped my mouth to hers, needing to be as close to this woman as possible.

And like that, linked to her, I came. In a violent burst of pleasure that raced through me. That all-out euphoria wasn't contained to just my dick. No, the sensation settled firmly in my chest. I pulled away from her mouth and buried my face in the crook of her neck, holding on to this moment for as long as I could. I wanted to hold it forever, remember it when I was eighty. Because in this moment, I finally understood the difference between sex and making love. When emotions were involved, it was a joke to think that anything between us could be casual.

I brushed my nose along the sensitive spot under her ear, and she shivered. Then I pressed my lips to the soft skin of her neck. Finally, I forced myself to lift up and give her one more kiss before I pulled out.

I hated leaving her even for a second.

"I'm going to get rid of the condom."

She nodded.

Heart pounding in my ears, I slipped out of the room and into the bathroom. There was still an open hole in the wall, and only the toilet and the sink worked. But sharing a bathroom was no longer an annoyance. Maybe I'd even talk her into the shower now. Gi wasn't as big a germophobe as her brother, but I knew she preferred sleeping in her own sheets, so we'd at least have to switch beds.

Once the condom was disposed of, I washed my hands, then stepped out into the hall. Across the way, Gi's door was shut. I stumbled to a stop, and disappointment hit me like a punch to the gut. I could have sworn the door was open when I stepped into the bathroom. No way she just left. Three steps, and I turned into my room. My comforter was mussed and bunched where her hands had fisted it, and my clothes were strewn on the floor. But otherwise, the room was empty.

I blinked twice. She had asked for a good time. But it had become so much more than that. My heart thunked weirdly in my chest. Had it really only been a quick fuck to her?

Fuck that. I knew it was more. The chemistry between us went way beyond just sex. Way beyond even good sex. But what was I going to do about it?