Chapter 13 #2
Her thighs trembled. Her heart raced. His hand moved faster, the thrusts harder and more powerful than before.
“Emmett,” she panted.
It was a warning she didn’t need to give. Because he knew. There was no doubt in her mind, this man already knew.
She was close. On the precipice of a magnificent implosion. Just a little more . . .
“Don’t stop,” Janie begged. “Please.”
He didn’t stop, but Instead Emmett added another digit. His tongue pressed harder. Moved faster.
Just when she thought she’d surely die from the titillating pleasure, she felt herself begin to fly.
“Emmett!” she cried out his name as she came.
The orgasm struck with such force, it sent her entire lower body twisting beneath his erotic hold. Shockwaves of Janie’s powerful climax continued to fire at random throughout her system.
A stuttering breath left her lungs when she felt Emmett’s fingers slide from her hypersensitive flesh. He stood from the bed, walked over to his bedside table, opened a drawer, and pulled out a box.
Condoms.
The box was still sealed, which admittedly brought Janie a touch of relief. It wasn’t as if she was na?ve enough to think the delicious man would be celibate. But no woman wanted to think about her partner’s past sexual history while waiting naked in his bed.
Emmett tossed the box onto the mattress beside her before shoving his sweats and boxers down in one rough shove. His eyes returned to hers, his rugged features looking almost menacing in the moonlight as if he were a predator preparing to strike.
His weapon of choice was an impressive erection jutting toward her from between his strong thighs. Janie’s pulse spiked, and suddenly she couldn’t wait to feel him moving inside her. He was her every fantasy come true, and he was about to be hers.
Emmett stretched his powerful, brawny form along hers. Heat radiated from his skin. With the gentlest of touches, he brought a hand to her face
He leaned down, bringing his lips to her mouth. Janie reveled in the soft, sweet kiss. When he pulled away, it was only so he could open the box and take care of protection. A few excited heartbeats later, Emmett was settling himself between her thighs.
There were no words, only a long, fiery gaze. Janie’s pulse raced with a flurry of anticipation, and Emmett reached between them to position himself to her weeping core.
With his eyes locked with hers, he moved his hips forward, entering her body in a slow and steady glide. It took her body a moment to adjust to the glorious intrusion, but when it did, Janie felt as though she was finally home.
Heaven.
Emmett closed his eyes, a low moan escaping the base of his throat as he became fully seated inside Janie’s welcoming warmth.
She was hot. Wet. Her inner muscles encasing him like a glove. One tailor made for his body. It was as if God himself, had molded him for her, and He’d created this woman for him.
Being with Janie like this made Emmett feel as though he’d found the part of himself that was missing. A half of a whole he hadn’t even realized he needed. And now that he had her, now that she was here, in his bed, he realized he never wanted her to leave.
I can’t ever lose her.
He pulled his hips back in a slow, careful slide before thrusting forward once more. Janie’s moan fell on his ears, and when he opened his eyes, the breath in his lungs immediately froze.
Her long lashes were resting against her slightly plump cheeks, her luscious lips parting in a tiny “O”.
Janie’s head was tilted to the side, her long hair splayed out on the bedding beneath her. In the shimmering moonlight, she looked like an angel. Emmett knew he didn’t deserve her, but damn if he could bring himself to walk away.
The past three days had been hard enough. Pure hell, to be perfectly honest. And the torture he’d endured had been completely self-inflicted. But he was here now, and that was what mattered most.
He was here, and he was never leaving the incredible woman behind again.
Emmett moved his lower body back and forth, drawing the earthshattering moment out for as long as he could. It wasn’t easy, given his cock was already about to explode, but he was a Marine, dammit. He could control himself long enough to give Janie the kind of night she deserved.
She hadn’t asked for any of this. Not the murdered intern or the hit that had apparently been put on her pretty head. But Janie Reynolds was nothing if not a fighter. A brave warrior determined to uncover the truth.
It was admirable as hell and made him want her even more. But that same bravery and determination that drew him in had also turned her into a killer’s target.
I can’t lose her.
Emmett’s previous thought ran through his mind as he thrust himself balls-deep into her core once again. Beneath him, Janie’s hips moved in time to the rhythm he’d set as her fingernails dug into the skin on his back.
“So good,” he muttered, sliding his aching erection in and out of her body.
Thrust for thrust, they continued moving as one. The feeling of being inside her was utterly indescribable.
Janie moaned, her head lolling to the other side as she held on tight. Emmett pushed himself forward and back with more speed, his thrusts becoming more forceful than they’d been before.
She lifted her hips from the mattress as more moans of her feminine pleasure filled the air. With his weight balanced on his forearms, they performed the sensual dance as old as time. Soon, a familiar tingling made its presence known at the base of his lower back and between his thighs.
His body ached and throbbed with the need for release, but first, he wanted to get her there once more. Moving his hand to the place where their bodies were joined, Emmett began working Janie’s swollen clit for the second time that night.
With the pads of his fingertips, he began drawing tight, invisible circles over the greedy nub. She gasped, her panted breaths coming out harder and faster as he brought her closer to the edge.
From the base of his spine, the telltale sign of his impending climax grew stronger. His balls tightened with the need to let go.
“Emmett,” Janie panted loudly.
He loved the way she said his name when she was about to come.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Emmett could feel her body’s trembles beneath his own.
It wouldn’t be long before he lost all control, but his focus was on making her fly.
Tilting his hips for a better angle, he worked her clit harder. Thrust into her faster. And when she cried out his name again, Emmett couldn’t help but smile.
Janie’s head pressed back against the bed as her body flooded his with a rush of wet heat. She came hard, her orgasm creating waves of unending pleasure that sent him falling over the chasm along with her.
Emmett’s entire form grew tense, every muscle in his body seizing with several uneven, jerky thrusts. A guttural groan echoed around them as he found his release.
He came harder and longer than ever before in the most powerful climax of his existence. After the pulsating stopped, the two remained perfectly still, with him still seated fully inside her welcoming heat.
“Wow.”
The woman’s one-word review made Emmett smile.
“My thoughts exactly.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. And then, because he felt the need to ask, he whispered an added, “You good?”
Janie’s lashes fluttered as her blue eyes found his through the shadows. “Oh, I’m better than good.” She leaned up to kiss him again.
He wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted, and frankly he didn’t care. If he could, Emmett would stay here forever. Inside her. Kissing her. Holding her body to his.
But since reality wouldn’t allow it, he gently eased himself from her core. “Be right back.” He gave her a quick peck on the tip of her adorable nose.
Emmett rose from the bed, his legs quivering beneath him as he walked unabashedly to the bathroom. After taking care of the condom and cleaning himself up, he returned to find her in the exact same spot as when he’d left.
Janie sat up and slid from the bed. “Sorry. I’ll get out of here so you can get some sleep.”
“Stay.”
The request was much gruffer than he’d intended, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“You don’t have to do that, Emmett.” Her beautiful, sated gaze slid to his once more. “What happened between us just now . . .I didn’t go into it with any expectations.”
“Neither did I.” He moved toward her. “But I want you to stay.”
“Are you sure?”
Emmett closed the distance between them and pulled her naked form into his arms. With her breasts pressed against his chest, and his half-hard dick pushing against her lower belly, he cupped one side of her beautifully flushed face.
“I’m sure.” His mouth found hers before pulling his lips away. “Stay with me, sweetheart,” he whispered the request again.
Janie put him out of his misery with a soft-spoken, “Okay.”
A moment later, they were nestled under the covers, their bodies wrapped in a warm embrace.
When he’d made the decision earlier to invite her into his bed, Emmett hadn’t let himself consider the after. Part of him believed sleeping with her once would clear the urge from his system. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
They’d just made love for the first time, and his dick was already preparing itself to take her delectable body again. Once wasn’t enough. When it came to this woman, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough.
I need more.
He needed her. Over and over, as many times as she would allow.
There’d never be another woman who made him feel the way he did in that moment. Emmett was as certain of that fact as he was his own name. And for the first time in his life, he felt as though he were at peace.
His eyes closed, and as he lay in the quiet of his room, Emmett accepted that Janie was his. She was his, and for as long as she wanted, he was more than willing to be hers.
The realization made his need to find those trying to kill her that much stronger. But he would find them, and he would end the threats to Janie’s life.
Even if he had to give up his own in the process.