Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Elliott
Once again, Emelia has me baring my soul to her. It’s a regular occurrence at this point.
It’s wild to think how I felt about her the first time compared to now. The emotions couldn’t be further apart.
I pull the boat up to the dock at my place and kill the engine. Emelia puts the bumpers out, and when it drifts perfectly beside the dock, I hop out with the rope in hand to secure it. Once it’s roped, I hold a hand out and help Emelia out of the boat.
She stumbles and, lucky me, falls into my arms, laughing. When she looks up at me, her hazel eyes glitter in the sunshine. I place a hand on the side of her neck and rub my thumb over her jaw. Now that I’ve touched her, I can’t find it in myself to stop.
“Thank you for taking me. I had a lot of fun.” Her gaze dips down to my lips.
“So did I.”
“Maybe we’ll have to go back there sometime and try having our own make-out session.”
My dick perks up in my pants. “Boat has to come out of the water pretty soon.”
She mock-pouts.
I drop my hand from her face and slide both hands around her waist and down to her backside. “I can think of a lot of other places we can have a make-out session, don’t worry.” I hoist her up.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I walk us over to one of the loungers, taking a seat on the edge. Once we’re settled, I return my hand to her neck and draw her in for a kiss.
The kiss starts off slow and sensual but quickly moves into desperate territory. It could be because she’s grinding against my now-hard dick. Or it could be because every single thing about this woman draws me in—her looks, her scent, her taste.
My hand roams up and down the side of her waist until I need more, so I bring my hand around and cup her breast, squeezing gently. She moans into my mouth, so I do it again.
Emelia’s hands fist my hoodie as she rocks her hips, and I bring my lips across her jaw and down her neck. She arches her back, turning her face up to the sky, a strangled sound leaving her lips.
Something draws my attention away from her, but it takes me a moment to understand what it is, since my brain is so rattled with lust.
It’s the sound of a boat engine.
Pulling back, I meet her gaze. “Someone’s coming. Probably going to ride right by here in a minute.”
“Then take me inside.”
Our gazes hold, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I’ve been out of the game for a while, but I can still tell when a woman wants me.
I stand with her legs tight around my waist, walking toward the house, while her face buries in my neck and she chuckles. I hear the boat pass by the house as I start up the stairs of the deck.
“Close one,” she says.
I chuckle and open the sliding glass door with one hand, turn to close it behind me, and walk us right to my bedroom.
It’s not until we’re inside that reality hits—I’ve never had a woman in my bedroom since Kate.
I would have thought the idea would freak me out, but I’m glad the first woman is Emelia. I don’t have rose-colored glasses on this time. I know what this is between us. I know she’s leaving. She’s not professing to love me.
Stepping over to my bed, I sink onto the edge of the mattress with Emelia on my lap. But she doesn’t stay there. Almost immediately, she slides off my lap and drops to her knees in front of me. Her hands move to the laces of my boots, and she undoes them.
I don’t know why that’s a turn-on, but I chalk it up to the fact that everything she does is a turn-on.
She gets the first one undone, slides my foot out of it, then works on the other one. At one point, she looks up at me from behind her dark lashes, and a bolt of lust fires through me. It’s exactly how I imagined her looking at me when I’d lie awake thinking about her.
My hand is in her hair, and I lean forward to kiss her. Before the kiss can get out of hand, she pulls away with a grin and finishes removing my other boot.
Then her hands go to my waist. I lean back on my hands to give her room to work. She undoes my belt, then the button and the zipper, and when she licks her lips, I fear I might just come on the spot.
I want it. God, do I want it. But if I let her do what she’s clearly planning, this will be over before we’ve begun.
We’ll have to save that particular pleasure for some other time.
She yelps as I hoist her up and deposit her on the bed.
Taking my time, I remove her shoes and socks, then start on her jeans. Her breath hitches when my hands dip under the waistband to undo the button, and I pull down the zipper. Then I slowly drag the denim down her legs, staring at her emerald-green lace panties the entire time.
When I discard her jeans and panties behind me somewhere, Emelia reaches for me, but I don’t take the bait. I want to draw this moment out as long as I can.
Next, I grip the hem of her shirt, and with her help, I remove it, finding that her bra matches her panties.
Her nipples press through the lace, and unable to control myself, I lean in and suckle one through the thin fabric, realizing that my hat must’ve fallen off somewhere along the way when her hands push into my hair.
She arches her chest into me, and I suck harder.
“Elliott…” My name falls from her lips as both a curse and a demand for more.
I move to her other breast and deliver the same treatment, tonguing the stiffened peak back and forth before I close my teeth around it, and she gasps. I keep it up while my hand snakes down between her legs and to her mound. Emelia opens her legs willingly, almost desperately.
She’s soaked. My finger slides over her swollen center, and she moans, arching up, pressing her breast harder into my mouth. I tease her, skimming the outline of her entrance with my finger, but never pushing inside.
It’s not until she’s desperate and begging for me that I retract my hand and bring it to my mouth, licking her off my fingers, moaning at the taste of her. Fuck, I swear my dick grows harder, and I didn’t think that was a possibility.
I push off the bed and stand to remove my clothing, making quick work of it.
Once I’m naked, I walk over to the nightstand and pull out a condom, extremely thankful I am a guy who prepares.
After we kissed, I knew this moment was happening and didn’t want to delay it any further or ruin the moment to go buy condoms.
I rip open the package and roll it on. After, I stand at the edge of the bed and commit the scene in front of me to memory, unable to resist the urge to grip my cock and stroke it as my eyes take her in. “Emelia, do you know what you look like right now?”
Biting her lip, she shakes her head slowly, playing my game. “No…what?”
“I’m gonna show you.”
Getting back on the mattress, I position myself between her legs. Emelia makes quick work of her bra, tossing it somewhere.
My cock aches at the sight of her fully naked and needy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
“Emelia, we don’t have to do this.” All signs point to her wanting this, but I need her to know that she doesn’t have to feel obligated in any way to do this so soon.
“I don’t want to wait. We already have so little time as it is.”
The reminder that she’s leaving is exactly what I need in this moment, so I can remember that this is temporary. Keep it compartmentalized. Because there’s a good chance she could become an addiction for me.
I lift her legs, drape them over my shoulders, then line myself up with her entrance and push inside, watching her open around me as if she were made for me. We both moan as I slowly inch inside her until we’re fully joined. I meet her gaze.
I’m already thinking about the next time we can do this. I think afternoon visits might be a regular thing when Baylor is at school. Or maybe I’ll sneak Emelia into my bedroom after Baylor is asleep. There’s always the bunkie once it’s finished being repaired.
We’ll figure it out, I’m sure. But one thing is for certain—I want to do as much of this as we can before she leaves Echo Lake. Even though I know this is temporary, I’ll miss it when she’s gone.