Chapter 15 #2
“Emmy. Emmy Emmy Emmy,” he purred into her throat. “What else do you like?” he asked as he pushed her underwear aside and
slipped his finger over and then inside her.
She gasped and felt her body deliciously clench around him. “That,” she managed to whisper.
“Yeah?” he darkly hummed and smoothly slid it back out before joining it with another.
A second gasp rushed out of her. She reached up to grip his arm so she didn’t explode.
“This too?” His thumb joined the party and began to circle over her most sensitive part.
She nodded. Little sparkling stars pricked behind her closed eyes.
“You’re so soft, Emmy. So perfect,” he murmured and kissed her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse leaping in her throat. “Tell
me what else.”
Her whole body pulsed with need. The way he was taking his time, studying her like there’d be a test later he planned to ace, was a divine kind of torture.
Her mind was nearly blank. Right now, she couldn’t think of anything else beyond the fact that his touch was the single most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt.
How could it get any better? But the hunger in his voice, the need to make her feel more and the promise that he could, made her want to give him more and gave her the courage to ask for it.
She thought of his perfect smile. That dazzling grin. Those lips.
“Your mouth,” she said. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”
She felt his smile against her throat before he shifted his weight and moved down her body. He slid her underwear off and
then positioned himself between her thighs. With a hot hand, he lifted her left leg to press a kiss into the inside of her
knee. And then another one, higher up. And then another and another and another until he reached the apex of her thighs, and
she reared against him. His mouth pressed into her, his tongue sinking like a hot blade into butter.
“Holy shit,” she gasped and fisted the sheets.
She expected a quip from him. A gentle jab at her unfiltered outburst, but she looked down to see him completely consumed.
Eyes closed, lashes fanning. A deep flush in his cheeks and a knit between his brows like he was concentrating and appreciating
in equal measure.
She’d been wrong about his hands. This was the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt.
Gabe Olson: baseball star, brilliant, hot as hell, and good in bed. Of course.
“ Of course you are ,” she accidentally murmured out loud, lost in a thick haze.
“What?” he paused to ask. The brief absence of his lips left her aching and desperate.
Emmy looked down again to see an image that would be burned into a very special part of her memory forever: Gabe, coal eyes
burning, hair a mess, halfway feral, and looking up at her from between her thighs with a reverent gaze and a tiny quirked
smile.
She smiled back at him. “I said, of course you’re good at this too.”
His smile grew like she’d confirmed what he expected. And then he showed her just how good he was at it until she was trembling
on the edge of a cliff with a wave down below she knew would consume her completely.
“Come here,” he said in the moment before she was lost to the sea. The sudden pause didn’t crash the wave, but it left her
reeling. The raw ache between her legs only grew hotter and sharper.
“What?” she asked, and noted the desperation in her own voice.
But Gabe was already moving. He’d stood off the bed to remove his boxers and retrieve one of the condoms from his suitcase.
When he tore open the wrapper and set about rolling it onto himself, Emmy only then got a look at the whole package. He was
all muscle and long limbs. His hips jutted out from two indented grooves she imagined sinking her fingers into, maybe her
teeth. Her gaze traveled down, and her eyes popped wide as she added one more large thing to Gabe Olson’s list of impressive
personal qualities. There was a joke to be made about him swinging a big bat, but she was too consumed to make it. He returned
to the bed to settle with his back against the headboard and reached for her.
He pulled her over onto him, gripping her hips to set her on his lap so they were chest to chest. He was giving her full control,
letting her take the lead. It was unbearably sexy. The full length of him pressed into her belly, and she heard him suck a
sharp breath through his teeth. “I want to feel you closer. Is this okay?” he asked, his voice deep and low and aching with
the same need burning in her own veins.
It was more than okay. She was ready to do anything he wanted. “Yes,” she said with a nod and wrapped her arms around his
neck. Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his legs.
He lifted her with his hands on her hips, and she relished the flex of his arms, the muscles moving in his back, as he positioned
her above himself. She reached down with one hand to guide him, and he slid into her, slow, hard, like a missing piece.
A gasp tore from her throat as she gripped the back of his neck. She’d never been filled so fully, and the slight pinch of exquisite pain lit something dark inside her on fire. The same as when they’d first kissed in the rain, her heart pounded out more more more .
“You good?” he paused to ask.
“ Oh yeah,” she panted, nearly delirious with thrill.
He grinned at her like he knew exactly what she was thrilled about, before his forehead fell to her shoulder. She felt him
shudder. “You feel so perfect, Emmy,” he breathed into her rosy skin like he was under a spell. His lips worked a trail around
her jaw and back to her mouth.
She clung to him while he gripped her thighs with his strong hands and buried himself inside her. The feeling filled her in
more ways than one. Chasing the heat roaring through her veins, she moved her body with his, lifting her hips and sinking
back down in a steady rhythm. The wave they’d abandoned came rushing back, and soon Emmy was poised to fall into an endless
oblivion and pleasantly shocked to be there with him. At one moment, she found herself smiling into his kiss.
“What?” he asked when he felt it.
“We’re having sex,” she said with a small laugh, completely wrapped up in it but still unable to believe it was actually happening.
“You and me.”
He smiled back and lifted his hand to tangle in her mussed hair. “Yeah, we are. And I think we’re pretty fucking good at it.”
He drove his hips up with a sharp stroke and made her gasp again.
“I think so too.” She arched into him and kissed him hard. Hard enough to bring back the sparkling pricks behind her eyes.
Soon, she was dizzily approaching the ledge, ready to fall and get swept under by the rushing current. She pressed her forehead
into his and squeezed her thighs around him, still feeling him deep inside.
“Come for me, Emmy,” he growled into the hot air between them. Even his breath on her skin felt like electricity. Her nipples pinched anew as she crushed herself against his body that had turned slick with sweat. “I want to hear you. I want to feel you. I want all of you.”
His words were her undoing. The wave caught her, pulling her under into a deep, dark current that had her tumbling through
space and time, ceasing to exist beyond physical sensation, and fighting for air so she didn’t black out.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he panted over the sound of her desperate gasping like it felt just as good for him. He scattered kisses
over her shuddering body and loosened his grip to allow her to arch and buck and yank on his hair. It lasted forever. An infinite
spiral of him holding her as she shattered to pieces, their bodies one unified being.
Once the brunt of the wave passed, she slumped against him and rippled with aftershocks. He softly stroked his hand down her
spine, unzipping her into a melted puddle. The gentle moment didn’t last long before he pulled her off him and laid her beside
him on the bed.
“You’re so incredible, Emmy,” he hummed and climbed over her. He nudged her legs apart and slid back inside her. Emmy jolted
with a renewed sensation of having been lit on fire.
“You. Incredible,” she managed through a heady haze. She could hardly speak.
His breath puffed against her neck. He gently skimmed her throat with his lips and then began to move his hips with slow,
deep rolls.
Just like looking at him in person, Gabe Olson didn’t have a bad angle in bed.
Emmy sucked in a hard breath, bracing herself for more, and marveling that her body was capable of processing so much sensation.
The wave had begun to build again already. Or maybe it had never stopped crashing, she couldn’t be sure.
But she could be sure that Gabe Olson on top of her was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
His messy, still rain-wetted hair fell forward, and his cheeks had gone rosy.
A determined focus burned in his dark eyes as he moved his body against hers with more speed, their stomach muscles tightening together and lungs heaving for air.
At the same time, he looked like he’d transcended into a realm where all his fantasies were coming true.
Emmy burned white hot thinking she was one of his fantasies. That he’d secretly dreamt of this moment like she had, and now that they were here, he realized
any fantasy paled in comparison to reality.
She smoothed her hands over his broad back, his shoulders, up into his tangled hair, soaking it all in and making permanent
memory out of it. It was all perfect, topped only by the gorgeous, ragged sound that ripped from his mouth when he finally
lost himself and shuddered against her, completely undone. She clung to him, absorbing every quake, every gasp, the feel of
his damp skin breaking out in goose bumps. The combination of it all plus the sound of him murmuring her name like a prayer
shoved her right back over the cliff into another wave.
When they pulled apart and turned on their backs, breathing hard, the gravity of what they’d just done, all the lines they’d
crossed, settled over Emmy in a haze. Nothing would ever be the same, she knew that, but when she thought about it, nothing
had been the same since the day she met Gabe Olson anyway. Perhaps the inevitability that had been chasing them all along
had simply finally caught up.
She lay beside him and welcomed the new territory, though she found it confusing, because where did they go from here?
As she wondered, Gabe seemed to come up with an answer.
“There is no—” he said, and paused to catch his breath. “Fucking way—” Another heave of air. “We are only doing that once.”
Emmy laughed and rolled over into his chest. She pressed a kiss into the firm muscle and smoothed it with her hand. His heart
still thundered inside. “Well, we agreed to keep it in Mexico, and we’re technically still in Mexico for another day, so.”
In a rush of movement, he grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Bril liant logic as always, Jameson.” Then he reached for the sheet and threw it over them, scooting his body down and dragging her with him into a warm cloud of a tent.
Emmy squealed and savored the feel of his mouth already pressing more hot kisses into her chest. She could tell by the hunger
in his touch, the need they had awoken in each other, that they would not be getting any sleep tonight.