Risky Replay (Country Stars Forever #1)

Chapter 20

Twenty

DEREK

I slip my hand over her hips and along her thighs, spreading them open so I can close the gap between us. I want all she’s willing to give me. I inch closer, caught in the dark blue pools of her eyes. My brain has taken a back seat to my hardening dick. I’m moving on instinct. On millions of years of cave dwelling. I press my fingertips into her skin. “Emily.” Her name is a growl and a demand.

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “Clothes stay on. All of them.”

I can still make her come. “Agreed. Is that a yes?”

“You’re trouble.” She smiles like she’s got all the self-restraint in the world. She wears the sexiest blush from her chest to her cheeks, and her pretty peaked nipples are visible through the soft material of her top. And best of all, the scent of her arousal dances between us.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I cup her jaw, placing her the way I want. I don’t go in right away, I take my time soaking in her lust-filled daze, and her slightly parted lips. Her puffs of breath hint she’ll taste like coffee, maple syrup, and the woman I thought I’d never have again.

Her hands loop under the waistband of my shorts and she pulls me forward, her hips moving until we’re connected. My cock screams to be let out when it nears her scorching heat. I warn him to be patient.

“I’ve missed you,” I say as I take her lips.

For weeks, I’ve thought about kissing her. About making her mine again. About our bodies relearning each other’s, and her sweet taste between her legs. I fuel the fantasies with real life memories of the last time we were in Nashville.

The memories were wrong. Blurred by time, because the Emily in my hands, kissing me, is a million times better because she’s real. Our lips play a shy game. They slide against each other as she snakes a hand around the back of my neck, and I press our hips together. She gasps, and I slip my tongue inside. Coffee, maple, and my Emily. Our mouths write their own lyrics, our tongues add the harmony, and our bodies the bass.

My hands run up her back and down over the mounds of her ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist, never once breaking our kiss.

I want Emily. I want her with clothes on and off. All the time. I want her to be here. To be with me. To make this family complete. To count on me for anything she needs. To be the kind of mother she dreams of without worrying about other parents or money.

Her palms press against my chest, and I reluctantly pull away.

“That was, that was,” she waits to catch her breath. While a voice in my head demands we go again. “That was intense. You okay?” She watches me like she’s reading something written on my skin.

Move in with me.

Let me make love to you.

We can do this. Together.

Most of all. Stay.

“Need you,” I say before I kiss her again. Emily drags her fingernails through the back of my head, and I groan. I do it again when she rolls her hips and rubs against my cock. As much as I want to strip her, taste her, and bury myself inside her, I take my time exploring her mouth. Letting our tongues slide against each other, I nip at her lips, and slip back in again as she moans, her hips moving against me like she needs me as much as I need her.

We break apart for a few seconds to breathe. Emily’s eyes roam over my face like she’s looking for confirmation this is happening. She rolls her hips again, sending a shot of lust through my spine. I smash my mouth to hers, wrap my arms under her thighs, and without breaking our kiss, walk us to the couch. I sit and she straddles me. Her hands wander to the hem of my shirt, and she yanks at it. I break the kiss and let out a laugh. “You said clothes stay on.”

“I changed my mind.” She pulls harder at my shirt, and we scramble to remove it before she tugs on the hem of hers. Her arms tangle, and when she’s free, she tosses it behind her. Her pink brown nipples push through the white lace of her bra. My mouth latches onto one. The little bud in my mouth stiffens to a peak, and I’m fucking hard as a railroad spike.

She releases a few throaty yeses, and pleases, as I flick and suck through the lace. I press her to me, and her jeans-covered pussy rubs over my shorts. Fuck, I need us skin to skin. I unbutton her shorts and run my knuckles over her center. She’s soaked through the cotton.

“Emily.” Her berry scent and sweet arousal surround me like a potent drug. I need another hit like I need air.

“Make me come.” She lifts herself out of my grasp, and in a clumsy rush, wiggles out of her shorts. She’s a work of art with her glistening kiss-swollen mouth, and in a white lace bra and blue cotton panties. Her hands work my waist, and we both rise enough to shove my shorts under my ass, but I keep my briefs on.

I thought two layers of cotton between us would be the barrier I need to make this last. But no. I have to think of all the shit I have to do at the restaurant to stop me from coming.

Emily’s wet heat brushes up against my cock. Gripping her hips, I press her into me. Her mouth drops open when she catches sight of where our bodies touch in the most intimate, carnal, and indecent way. I thrust my hips as I keep her tight against me. Her hands brace my shoulders as we move in unison.

Her head drops back, and I lick a stripe of skin, salty from the sheen of sweat.

Her hooded eyes come back to me. She kisses me. I can’t focus on her mouth or the movement between us because I’ve turned into an inexperienced teen with her. It’s Emily. In my arms. Making me lose control the way only she could. I flip us with her back flat against the couch and my weight on top.

“Come, angel.”

Emily’s lids flutter. “Kiss me.”

We kiss. We rub ourselves against each other. She breaks the kiss moments later when she gulps in air. Her pussy taking all my rhythmic movements.

“Oh fuck.” There’s no space between our bodies. I keep moving, my back and my legs tense from holding back my orgasm—a battle I’ll lose if she doesn’t come now. She arches her neck, her jaw drops, and she closes her eyes, calling my name over and over as her thighs squeeze me and she detonates. I thrust until her body relaxes under mine.

The heat between us is too much. I can’t hold back. “Let me mark you.” The primal need to make her mine overpowers my common sense.

“Yes.” She pushes my briefs down, and my cock slaps against my stomach. I rise up on a forearm, and with my free hand, jack myself. After three strokes, I come on her soft stomach as my muscles, from my scalp to my toes, lock with the force of my orgasm.

Fucking hell.

I gather enough strength to stop myself from squishing her with my weight. Our breathing is the only sound in the condo. With her eyes closed, Emily works to catch her breath. There’s a softness around her, like this is the first time she’s relaxed in a long time. Her small self-satisfied smile captivates me.

Emily blinks her eyes open. “I came so hard.”

Fuck yes. “Happy to provide as many orgasms as you want.”

She glances down at her stomach. She dips a finger in my release and lazily traces a wide swirl over her stomach. My cock gives a valiant twitch as pride fills me knowing she’s mine. She watches me as she brings two cum covered fingers to her lips and slips them in. I memorize the noise she makes as she tastes me.

“You’ve still got it, Anderson.”

“How long have you been hanging on to that one?”

She laughs, her head thrown back and throat working. I kiss her exposed neck and make a path to the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Oh, God, oh,” she wraps her arms around my neck.

I bury my face in her shoulder. “Better get you cleaned up.”

As much as I don’t want to, I untangle myself from her and walk to the restroom.

“So much for not taking our clothes off,” she says after we’re dressed and waiting for the extra French toast to warm up since we’re hungry again.

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You set the rules, angel. I’m willing to do that and more again, but it’s at your pace.”

Her arms circle my waist until we’re flush against each other. “Obviously I’ve become a rule-breaking rebel. What has this city done to me?”

“It’s a great city.” I kiss her jaw. “This is where we made James.”

Emily lets out a breath as I trail kisses on her neck and shoulder. The toaster beeps, and I plate up our food. We sit next to each other with no sense of personal space while we eat. I feed her a few bites of my food. When she finishes hers, I steal syrup pooling on her plate when mine runs out.

“I was thinking,” I say as I lead her to the couch. “The views keep growing for the video from Saddles. What if you joined us tonight? One song, or two. That’s it. ”

I settle into the couch, pulling her onto my lap like we were earlier.

“That’s it? You’re asking me to sing in front of... How many people did you say show up?” She drags her nails over my hair.

I shrug. “Last year there were almost four hundred thousand.”

“Four.” She coughs. “Hundred. Thousand.”

I rest my hands on her thighs. “To me, you’ll always be a part of us. I started this band because I wanted to spend more time with you.” Her eyes drop to my lips. “You’re so damn talented. For Bailey to offer you a song? She has the best writers sending her songs.” Okay, I may be overselling it. “But that would be a guaranteed hit, angel. If you want this, it’s yours.”

She grips my shoulders and kisses me on the lips. “I’m happy with my boring mom life. I really am.”

I don’t push it. She can have both. “What about today? I want you next to me.”

She smirks. “If you insist.” Then her eyes go wide. “Shit. Now I have to find something to wear.”

“Did you bring those shorts you wear to work?”

She laughs and unable to resist, I capture her mouth with mine.

We kiss for what feels like hours, until my alarm goes off and I have to get ready to meet Bailey at the studio.

It’s Fourth of July, and no one wants to work, but Bailey gets what she wants, and we have a couple of hours with her to practice our new song. We’ll have more time before we record. Tonight, we have a short set for the holiday festival followed by the VIP party at a rooftop venue.

All I can think about is getting Emily back to my condo and setting off our own fireworks.