Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emma
J eremy grabs me around the waist just before I get to the hotel door, pulling me back against his hard chest.
“I win,” I pant, leaning my head back against his shoulder.
He dips his head and grazes his teeth along my shoulder, licking a stripe up my neck and letting his warm breath flutter against my ear.
“Oh, I think before this morning is over, we’ll both be winners.”
“You sure about that?” I ask in a low voice.
His cock twitches against my back, and I get a low hum of pleasure at the way my snark turns him on. I’ve always been the quiet one. The introvert that that keeps to herself and her tight circle of friends. I like it that way. But there’s another part of me too. A deeper, darker part of me that wants to pull fire alarms and get tattoos and impulsively fly to Vegas and do something insane. I never let it out and rarely take the time to explore it, but it’s there all the same. And with every minute I spend with Jeremy, it inches closer to the surface.
I relish the thought of setting it free.
Jeremy wraps his arms tighter around me, his thumbs stroking the sides of my breasts. Need pools between my legs at the way he’s touching me right here on the sidewalk in broad daylight.
“Oh, I’m sure, Pretty Girl. We’re going inside right now and walking straight to the elevator to go upstairs. If I don’t get you alone in the next two minutes, I’m at risk of getting arrested for doing very bad things to you in public.”
I turn my head and kiss his cheek, lingering there, tasting his skin, salty from our run.
“Might be worth it.”
“Shit,” he mutters, grinding himself against my back. “Inside. Now.”
Unwinding his arms from my waist, he grabs my hand and drags me into the hotel towards the elevator. A big group must have just checked in because the elevator is packed. Jeremy wedges us into the back corner, pulling me in front of him. I press back against him, the movement subtle but intentional, and he lets out a low growl in my ear. He slides a hand down my leg and then back up again, grazing his fingers over my core, pressing just hard enough that I gasp out a breath.
“Quiet Ems,” he whispers into my ear. “Wouldn’t want everyone to know how much it turns you on to be touched like this in an elevator full of people. How wet you are thinking of me shoving my fingers inside you right here.”
I’m so turned on I’m not above begging, but the ding of the elevator on our floor saves me from having to.
“Fucking finally,” I mumble.
The doors are barely open when I’m pushing my way out, Jeremy hot on my heels. I don’t even turn around, just walk right to our room, fishing the key out of my pocket before I even get to the door. Jeremy crowds my back, latching his mouth onto my neck and sucking lightly. It takes me three tries to swipe the keycard correctly.
Reaching over my head, Jeremy pushes the door open with so much force it slams against the wall. He kicks the door shut behind us and scoops me up without missing a beat. I wrap my legs around him and he tangles a hand in my ponytail, sealing his mouth to mine. He walks straight to the bathroom without breaking the kiss, his tongue parting my lips to plunder my mouth, making my head spin and all my senses come alive.
I moan into his mouth as he drops me onto the marble covered vanity, tearing his lips away from mine to flip on the shower and pull his shirt over his head. I barely get a second to enjoy the view before he’s back on me, taking my mouth again and curling his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them over my hips and down my legs. He breaks away one more time to pull my shirt off, and then with his mouth back on mine, he shoves my legs apart and slides two fingers inside me, pulling them right back out and using my wetness to circle my clit with so much force my toes curl.
“Jesus Christ, Jeremy,” I gasp out against his mouth, torn between wanting to pull away from his all-out assault on my clit and push my hips closer. He takes the choice away when he grips my hip with his free hand to hold me in place, pushing his fingers back in and grinding against my clit with the heel of his hand.
“You fucking love it,” he rasps, as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. His gravelly voice shoots lust straight through me, pleasure fuzzing my brain as steam from the shower fills the bathroom.
“Look how wet you are. Dripping down my hand, making a mess of this counter. I want it all, Ems. I want every single drop of your cum soaking my hand, and then I’m going to lick you clean.”
Increasing the pressure on my clit, Jeremy pushes his fingers even deeper inside of me, and when he rubs my g-spot, I come on a loud moan, my head falling back against the mirror as pleasure pummels me, igniting in my core and shooting through my limbs. My orgasm is still tearing through me when Jeremy drops to his knees, licking me from asshole to clit, shoving his tongue inside me to capture every drop of my release.
The image of his head between my legs while steam billows out of the shower is so hot I can barely stand it. When Jeremy groans against my clit, I feel the vibration in my entire body. I’m right on the edge when he stands up and I let out a groan of my own.
“I was so close.”
Jeremy smirks at me. “I know. Take off that sports bra and let me see those perfect tits.”
I peel it off, and he immediately drops his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth while he lifts me up off the counter, carrying me into the enormous, gray-tiled shower.
“Every inch of you tastes delicious, Ems. I could spend the rest of my life with my mouth on you and it would never be enough. There’s no amount of you that would ever be enough. I want you to have all of me too.”
His tone verges on desperate, and I hear the questions he doesn’t ask.
Do you want me like I want you?
Is this real?
Am I enough?
Will you stay?
I’m steeped in tenderness for him and wild with need. I want to fuck him and also reassure him. Let him sink into me and use me for this pleasure and also make sure he knows I’m never going anywhere. I do the most important thing first.
Tangling my hands in his hair, I lift his head so his eyes meet mine. His wet hair falls across his forehead and drops of water cascade over his broad shoulders and down his muscled chest.
“You can have as much of me as you want. All of me. I’m not going anywhere, Jeremy. Ever. I want you too.”
His breath comes out in a shudder and he’s still holding me when he presses me against the wall, the tiles cold against my flaming skin, and drops his forehead to mine.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
We stay like that for a minute, water pouring over us and our hot breaths mingling, a tender moment in the middle of our inferno. But then Jeremy covers my mouth with his and slides me down his body until my feet are on the floor and his thigh is between my legs. He presses firmly against my clit while his hands grip my hips, rocking me against him. Need rises like a tidal wave, and that darker part of me sneaks a little closer to the surface.
I break our kiss, keeping our faces close while I speak.
“Did you mean what you said? That I can have all of you?”
Jeremy’s eyes darken, gold sparkling against the brown.
“Any part of me. All of me. It’s yours.”
His words spark something in me.
And then.
I pull the fire alarm.