Chapter 1 I Don’t Get On My Knees for No—Whoops, I’m On My Knees Cara #4
And then he stands between my quivering legs, holds my stare as I gasp for air, his belt buckle clanking as he pulls it free.
“Tell me I can have you.” His pants fall to the floor, and he forgoes the buttons on his shirt, instead pulling it over his head, and thank fucking God, because wow, what a fucking body.
His lower lip slides between his teeth as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of black boxer briefs, and my eyes bulge as his thick, massive cock springs free.
W. O. W.
Wow.
Wow, wow, wow. Holy mother of fuck… I mean, it’s just… just…
Fingers grip my chin, guiding my gaze back to Emmett’s amused one, and I waste no time giving him the words he wants.
“You can have me,” I pant, fisting his hair, yanking him toward me. “You can have me.”
Our mouths collide, and everything inside me skids to an abrupt halt.
My world stops spinning at the taste of him, the sweetness of me on his tongue as it sweeps against mine, the delirious way he devours my mouth.
I feel every ounce of this kiss, the way it seeps into my bloodstream, pulses through my veins as he grasps my waist, holds me tight to him.
We pull apart, panting, the hunger in his gaze cut by the shock tugging his brows together. Those eyes scour my face, watch me lift two trembling fingertips to my lips, feeling the way they buzz, desperate for more.
My chest heaves but I swear my heart isn’t beating. It’s stalled, seized and waiting for something to bring it back to life.
And then the crease in Emmett’s forehead smooths, and the most breathtaking smile spreads across his gorgeous face. “I fucking knew it,” is all he whispers before he wraps my legs around his waist. He dips his face, and when he breathes mine against my lips, my heart restarts.
This kiss.
This kiss is everything you ever dream of.
It’s shaking hands, biting nails, suffocating grips.
It’s hot breath, lashing tongues, hungry moans, and desperate whimpers.
It’s realizing that everyone before him has meant nothing, because this?
This is what it feels like to be alive. To want something so bad all semblance of control leaves my body on a single breath.
I want to give it up, all of it, the power I always squeeze tightly in my fist, and let him take it, wield it however he sees fit.
I don’t have to wonder if I trust him enough; I just… do.
I just do.
“You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You know what?” His shoulders shake with his exhale as I rub myself over his thick length. “When I had my face buried between your thighs, I was thinking to myself, This is the most gorgeous pussy in existence.”
“So true,” I manage as he winds my hair around his fist, pulling me backward so he can watch me watch him tease me, slowly dipping the head of his cock, then depriving me at the last second. “This pussy was handmade by the gods.”
“Gonna be destroyed by one too.” His thumb traps my lower lip. “Destroyed for anyone but me.”
“You think you own it?”
“Not yet, but I’m gonna.” A shaky exhale as he sinks further this time. He runs a hand over his mouth, eyes roaming my body. “I’ll tattoo mine on every part of you that belongs to me.” Fingertips bite into my thighs before spreading me wide. “Let’s start with these luscious thighs.”
“God, you talk too much. Fuck me first and then we’ll discuss how long you get to keep me.”
“It’s not up for discussion.”
“Cute you think you make the rules.” I roll my hips, taking him a little further, and I squeeze, smiling when he gasps. “Fuck me like you mean it, Mr. Brodie.”
Fingertips brush my hips as his hands move to the counter, pressing in as he hovers above me. “Can I be honest with you, Mrs. Brodie?”
“Always. Marriage is built on it, right?”
Electric eyes lift to mine. “I’ve got a condom.
Right there in my wallet. Always use one.
” His tongue runs across his lips, and I can’t help but reach forward, touch his broad chest, run the tip of my finger across those immaculately carved muscles.
“For the first time in my life, I don’t want to.
No excuses, no lines, I’m just fucking desperate to feel all of you.
” He drags a kiss across my collarbone, up my throat, stopping at the corner of my mouth.
“Tell me to wear it. I already know I’ll never say no to you. ”
I should, shouldn’t I? I don’t know this man. And yet, “I’m on the pill” is what leaves my foolish mouth, followed by “and all clear.”
Something dark skitters through his eyes, something… possessive. “Me too.”
And then, that foolish, desperate mouth of mine finds his ear, pressing a throaty, greedy “Give me your cock” to the shell of it.
And he does. Jesus, he does.
There’s no warning. No slow, no gentle. It’s a roller-coaster descent into madness as Emmett Brodie tosses one of my legs over his arm, pins the other down, and drives himself inside me.
My soul promptly leaves my body, and my back bows as he slams inside me, over and over.
He catches me with an arm around my waist, dragging me to his chest, forehead pressed to mine as his fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me there.
I tear at his shoulders, raking my fingernails down his back, his arms, leaving my mark.
“Can you believe I let you inside such an… exquisite pussy?” I pant out, biting back a cry as his cock carves out a home for itself inside me. “I’m so… nice.”
“The nicest, baby. Next, your mouth, and one day? Your ass.”
“Such a big dreamer.”
“Big cock, big dreams.”
Christ, this guy. Arrogant, but on him it’s hot. “Debbie said we can’t fuck. Team policy. Otherwise, if there was a next time, I’d totally give you my ass. Sorry.”
“Liar,” he huffs out on a laugh. “Debbie said there’s no policy; I already asked.”
My heartbeat skips. “You asked Debbie if you could fuck me?”
“No, I asked Debbie if I could date you. For the record, though, had the answer been no, I would’ve said I don’t fucking care.” He pulls out abruptly, and before I can whine about it, he slaps my clit, making me cry out. “And that’s for lying to me.”
Before I can lie again, he yanks me off the counter, presses me against the wall, and thrusts back into me.
“Fu-u-u-uck. There’s my good girl, taking my cock.” His palm lands on my throat, bracketing my jaw, thumb sweeping at my lower lip. “Know why I wouldn’t have cared? You were made for me, or maybe it was me made for you.”
“How can you tell?” And why am I even entertaining this idea? Why does it feel… right?
“Because my heart stopped when I saw you. Because when you turned to walk away, my body said I think the fuck not.” Sweat trickles down his temple, and his mouth takes mine in a searing kiss that has me trying to crawl inside him.
“Because never in my life have I felt the way I feel right now, inside you, like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
I don’t know why, but I know every time I look at you… my brain just keeps screaming mine.”
“You’re deranged.” My hands tremble as his pelvis grinds against my clit, and somebody strikes a match, igniting a bundle of fireworks low in my belly.
“And you love it. You want someone crazy for you, someone whose eyes are gonna follow you whenever you’re in the room. Someone who’s never gonna shut up about you. Who wants you at your best, your worst, and when you’re old and gray.”
“How dare you. I’m eternally twenty-four, and this gorgeous hair will never, ever go gray.”
Emmett buries a breathtaking smile in my neck, each thrust more out of control than the last. “Hypothetically speaking, if the world ended and you aged and turned gray, I’d still fuck you up against the wall.”
“Presuming your cock still worked.”
“Baby, my cock is always gonna get hard for you.”
“A romantic king.”
He laughs, but when he lifts his head, his eyes flood with sincerity, a desperation I can’t place, like he’s looking for answers right here in my gaze. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Am I out of my mind?”
“I think you might be.” A gasp works its way up my throat, arching my back as he pounds into me. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… oh, God, I’m gonna come.”
“Come on my cock, and you won’t come on another for the rest of your life.” His grip on my throat tightens, a ferocity in his gaze that dares me, dares me to try to find this feeling anywhere else. “That’s a promise.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“No,” he chuckles, watching me shake. “Something tells me it’ll be you who’s the boss. But right here? My cock inside you? I’m the boss. So come, and let everyone know who this pussy belongs to when you do it.”
And Jesus, I do. My walls shatter, or maybe it’s the earth. My vision goes black, dotted with stars, and all I can hear is Emmett’s rough voice in my ear as I chant his name.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
“Such a greedy pussy.”
“Drenched, just for me.”
“Mine.”
His. And when he explodes inside me, I feel like it too.
Before I can catch my breath, he drops to his knees, hikes one leg over his shoulder, and buries his mouth between my thighs. Licks me clean.
And when he’s done? He crowds me against the wall. Fists my hair in his hand. Forces my mouth open. And spits that masterpiece inside.
“You wanna be a mom one day?” he asks as he tries—and fails—to fix my dress, the mess of hair on my head, and I think it’s wild he’s asking me this when he still hasn’t asked my first name.
“One day,” I manage, gasping as I stumble, legs officially giving up the fight.
Emmett catches me around the waist, pressing his whispered words to my mouth. “That’ll be the second-best day of my life, right after the day I make you my wife.”