Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Case
I crack open an eye to find Emma with her phone in hand.
“Are you trying to grab a dick pic?” I perk a brow. “You could at least wait until it’s semi-hard, Freckles. I don’t want a picture of my limp cock making the rounds in Seattle.”
Shaking her head, she lets out a laugh. “No.”
“That’s a shame.” I drop a hand to circle my now semi-hard cock. “This one deserves to be admired.”
Her gaze follows the movement of my hand. “I won’t argue with that.”
I brush my fingers over her hip before I roll on my side to face her. “What’s with the phone in the bed?”
Her eyes search my face. I can tell a question is sitting on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be asked.
Cupping her chin in my hand, I lower my voice. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Emma.”
“I take pictures of things I want to remember for my scrapbook.” Her bottom lip trembles before she sinks her teeth into it to halt it. “Can I take a couple of you? Maybe from the waist up?”
I want her to remember me. I want to be a constant in her memory to even things out because I know I won’t get through another day of my life without thinking about her.
Resting my head on the pillow, I gaze into her eyes. “I’m in as long as you do something for me.”
“You don’t have to negotiate that.” She bats her hand over my bicep. “I was going to suck you right after the photo shoot. Maybe in the shower?”
My dick hardens.
We both gaze down.
“I see you like that idea.” She laughs, leveling her phone so the camera is centered on my face.
“I fucking love that idea, but I want that and more.”
I want it all. I want her.
I tuck my forearm over my face and peek at her as she snaps a photo.
“I want to see all of you, Rush.”
“Sing to me.” I inch my arm down.
The faint sound of the shutter of the phone’s camera fills the air.
She looks past the phone to lock eyes with me. “You want me to sing to you?”
With the back of my hand grazing my lips, I smile. “Do it.”
She does. She starts a song about love and affection. Her voice is carrying the tune in a way it hasn’t before.
Or maybe I wasn’t listening to the lyrics the last time I heard her sing.
It’s beautiful. It reaches deep inside of me, and when she takes the last picture, I’m staring at her in awe.
The song winds down with a pound of her fist into the bed’s sheet as she almost hits a high note.
I’m on her then. My hands glide over her skin, my lips are on her mouth, and as I hold her next to me, I breathe in the sweet scent of her.
I don’t deserve this moment in time, but I’ll take it.
I’ll savor it, and I’ll remember it forever.
Reaching around to cup her tit in my hand, I drive my dick into her.
Her cheek pushes into the tiles of the shower stall. “Fuck me.”
She first whispered the words when I yanked her up from her knees as I was on the brink of blowing my load down her throat.
I wanted inside her, so as desperate as I was, I marched through the bathroom and into the main suite of my bedroom to grab a condom. Water dripped from me with every step.
With shaking hands, I sheathed myself on the way back, and without a word, I pushed her against the wall of the shower as hot water beat over us.
I took her hard, and unashamedly, not caring if she was ready.
She was.
I slid in easily, and when I found my rough rhythm, she met it with thrusts of her own, each punctuated with a moan.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I hiss out the words.
Her head falls against my shoulder, so I cup a hand around the front of her neck and draw her closer. I’m desperate to feel my mouth on hers.
A fierce kiss on her lips sends her hips back. “Harder, Case.”
I sink my fingers into the flesh of her waist as I pump harder and faster until she comes with a powerful shudder, her hands reaching back to claw at my skin.
My release is one thrust behind as I rest my head against hers and groan her name.