Chapter 32
Reese
My calves hit the chaise that lives at the end of my bed.
I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, though I know I’m at the edge of something big, seconds away from tipping over. Metaphorically, that is.
I want to fall.
Without restraint. Without worry.
I want to fall, knowing he’s coming with me.
My eyes stay glued to the stunning man in a suit standing just inside my bedroom doorway. Watching as he unclasps his watch from his wrist. Watching the methodical way he lays it on my dresser by the door so he can remember to grab it tomorrow.
Emmett takes slow steps in my direction as his fingers work at the cuff buttons of his shirt.
I get to work as well, reaching down to unfasten the buckle on my heels.
“Leave them on,” he says coolly. “I’ll be the one to do that.”
He shrugs his suit jacket off and cuffs the sleeves to his white button-down shirt, showing off those tattooed forearms.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, showing me those.”
A knowing smile lifts on his lips, but he keeps his attention on his shirt, folding the cuffs precisely how he wants. I’m not sure why he’s so adamant about fixing his sleeves when the whole thing should just be coming off already.
But he looks hot, so I don’t say anything.
He drops his suit jacket onto my chaise and when his long legs bring him to me, he takes my face in both of his hands and drops his mouth to mine.
Confidently. Possessively. And when his tongue sweeps past my lips, it tells me exactly who I belong to.
Which is fine by me.
He stands behind me in public. Allows me to lead the way I need to. I’ll happily bend to him behind closed doors.
The kiss turns a bit frantic. Desperate hands. Eager mouths.
After so many confessions tonight, it’s nice to busy my lips with kissing him instead of talking.
He lifts me in his arms, rounding the bed to lay me flat on the mattress, and with both of us still fully clothed, he climbs right over me.
We move together immediately. Needy, searching hips looking for each other.
Mouths melded together, he reaches between me and the mattress and pulls my zipper down my spine, opening my dress in one easy motion. He pushes it down to pool around my waist.
“Please, baby,” he breathes against my mouth, rocking his body over mine. “Fucking please.”
“Em, are you begging?”
He breathes a laugh. “Yes. God, I need you, Reese.”
The confession is soft, a sharp juxtaposition from his hard body and the firm grip he has on my hip.
It’s one of my favorite things about him. The hard and soft.
“Show me.”
My request has his pupils blown out. This sheer determination etched on his face. “I’ll show you all night.”
But then he looks down at me, partway undressed with my dress wrapped around my hips.
And shakes his head. “But the first one might be kind of quick because holy shit, Reese. Look at you.”
Maybe that statement shouldn’t be such a turn-on. But the idea that this stunning man, who is still fully dressed, already knows he’s not going to last long just from looking at my almost naked body . . .
Yeah, my confidence is through the roof.
His hands gently roam my bare skin, reverent touches followed by warm lips laying worshipping kisses.
Emmett works a path over my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone.
His mouth drags over my strapless bra, lips brushing right along the cups until he reaches behind me and flicks the clasp open at my back.
He pulls it away, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
“Fucking perfect.”
It’s a whispered prayer chanted right against my nipple, and the warmth of his breath is a maddening tease. It only worsens when Emmett tenderly drags his lips right over the peak. That minor graze causes my entire body to shudder with need.
“Emmett. Mouth.” They’re the only words I can push out, incoherent and under his spell already.
He gets the message regardless, and though I half expected him to fire back a “don’t tell me what to do,” instead he wraps his mouth around me, bites me gently, then sucks.
I arch into his mouth. “Yes, baby.”
He growls against me, but the way his tongue lashes at me, I’d say he’s perfectly okay with the accidental pet name.
“Been dreaming of these, Reese.”
“Hmm.” I hum, so ridiculously turned on already. “So, you’re a tits guy.”
“If we’re referring to yours, then yes.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple. “In which case, I’m an ass guy too.”
His mouth works on one breast while he grabs the other in his rough hand and squeezes. Then he gives it a light smack to watch it bounce, and the sudden sharp sensation has me squirming as wetness pools between my legs.
It’s not a lot, but from him, it seems like it might be enough to make me come. That’s how badly I want him. How desperately I’ve been fighting myself to stay away.
I’ve touched myself to the thought of him far too many times over the last few months, that having the real thing, having his hands on me, having his mouth taste me . . .
We’re on the same page about not lasting long.
His shoes drop to the floor, and at the same time, he pulls my dress down my hips and legs, adding that to the pile as well.
Kneeling between my legs, he lays wet, messy kisses over my stomach, his hands touching every part of me he can get to.
And for that brief moment, I let myself remember a time I would’ve been insecure in this position, sprawled on my back on full display with someone’s hands and mouth all over a part of me that’s not my smallest.
Seeing Emmett’s fingers knead into my flesh with this desperate need, listening to the hungry sounds coming from his throat as he attempts to kiss every inch of my skin as if he needs to brand me as his, has me questioning how I could ever be self-conscious when the view is this good.
I run my fingers through his hair. “You look good like this, Em. Between my legs. Exactly where you should be.”
He smiles against my skin. “You think I look good? You should see yourself from my view.”
His eyes flash up to meet mine just as he places a gentle kiss right over the front of my panties.
“Fuck.” I shudder, sucking in a harsh breath.
“You’re so wet already, Reese. When did this start?”
I try to find a coherent string of words. “When you walked into the party wearing that suit tonight.”
He groans. “So you’ve been a mess for hours.”
He presses his mouth more firmly, sucking me through the fabric.
“Em,” I cry out, fingers gripping his hair, needing something to hold on to.
“Let’s add ‘pussy’ to that list of things I’m a fan of. Because I’m already a huge fan of yours.”
He takes the elastic waistband between his fucking teeth and yanks them over my hips. Lifting my legs in the air, he uses only his mouth to pull the fabric completely off my body.
He spits them out to add them to the floor with the rest of my discarded clothes.
Primal and dirty and so fucking hot.
It’s then I realize that other than my high heels, I’m completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. And when he pushes my legs apart, splaying my open, I realize exactly why he cuffed his sleeves earlier.
Because right now, this man is on a mission to get to work.
His dark eyes are locked right on the glistening wetness between my legs.
“Heels?” I ask.
He doesn’t look up at me, too fixated on my pussy.
“With how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over your desk while you’re wearing those at work, they’re staying on for now.”
He lifts one of my legs to his lips, placing a reverent kiss to my ankle bone. His eyes take a leisurely path over my entire body until he finds my face.
“You’re beautiful, baby.”
I feel myself glow under the praise. “Thank you.”
There’s an edge of disbelief as he rakes over me again, this slight shake to his head as he does.
There’s not an ounce of me that questions if Emmett finds me beautiful.
Not only does he tell me with his words, but his touch says the same thing.
His mouth does as well when he runs it over my skin, peppering thankful kisses.
He kisses me everywhere.
Absolutely everywhere that he can reach.
And it’s a torturous tease when he does so on my inner thigh. Closer and closer, but not quite where I need him.
Until he is.
“Oh.” I lift my hips into his face when I get his mouth where I crave it most. But his big hand instantly presses on my stomach, keeping me pinned to the mattress.
I can hardly move with the force in which he’s holding me down and it’s a delicious realization that I don’t have control right now. I couldn’t move if I tried.
I melt into the bed at the thought. Turn my brain off. Feel his tongue flick against my clit. Revel in the sensation of his lips kissing my pussy.
He kisses me there the same way he kissed me everywhere else. Like he can’t possibly get enough. Like he’s so thankful I exist.
“Your mouth—” That’s all I can get out because that mouth sucks my clit between his lips in a way that has me about to come undone already.
He comes up for a quick breath, only long enough to say, “You taste so goddamn good, Reese. I’ve thought about it since I tasted you on my fingers.”
Then he goes right back to owning me.
I should maybe feel a bit self-conscious about being naked and splayed while these insane needy noises escape from my throat, but I don’t care. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want to come right now.
His coarse facial hair scratches against my sensitive skin and it has me out of my mind. I can only imagine what a mess I’m making on his face. But the way he’s devouring me, it’s almost as if that’s exactly what he wants.
Then he lifts my hips and runs his tongue in a rough line down my seam until he reaches my ass. He licks a circle around that before retracing the same path back to my clit.
“Holy shit,” I cry out. “Do that again.”
I feel him smile against my sex, but he gives me what I want and repeats the motion.
“Please make me come. Please, Em.”
“Are you begging for it?”