Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
ASPEN
Everywhere I’m touching him is hard and hot. I know I should be careful—he’s still recovering—but I’m sick and tired of following the rules. And so very done with trying to be perfect and uncomplicated.
The things I feel for Emmett have been complicated since the moment we met, and maybe I still don’t fully understand them. But I’m done thinking. Done over-analyzing. Done avoiding.
I want him.
More terrifyingly . . . I think I need him a little too.
And after days of avoiding him, pretending this pull between us could be ignored, there’s no way in hell I’m letting this moment slip away.
“Say it again,” he demands, his grip on my waist tightening. He holds me as if nothing scares him more than the chance that I might slip away.
Closing the gap between us, I let my lips brush his ear and whisper, “Kiss. Me. Please.” Enunciating each word and leaving no room for confusion, even tacking the pleasantry on to the end just to toy with him.
His eyes flare.
“So damn polite.” His thighs flex below me, and they aren’t the only thing hard beneath me.
And big.
I had a hunch—he carries himself with such quiet confidence.
He takes my chin in his hand, and my hips shift, making his nostrils flare. His lips curl into a grin. It’s devious, really, the way he seems to enjoy taunting me. Holding what I want just out of reach.
“Please, Emmett.”
“Give me a second. I’m busy.”
“Busy.” I snort out. “Doing what?”
“Memorizing how this feels.” His knuckles trace my jaw, blue eyes tracing every part of my face as the hand that was just gripping me so gently, cups the base of my skull possessively. “This moment is going to stay with me during the darkest nights, and I won’t rush it.”
I’m absolutely buzzing. If I thought there was tension before, it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his undivided attention while he decides what to do with me. We’re suspended on the edge of something dangerous, both of us fully aware there’s no coming back from this.
His tongue sweeps over his lips as he sucks in one last breath. Then his mouth is on mine.
I should listen to the warning bells screaming in the back of my mind, but I don’t. I melt into the kiss instead, parting my lips for the slow sweep of his tongue and letting him drag me under.
We’re flush everywhere, kissing like we’ve been starving for it. Logic dissolves under the heat of him. I nip at his bottom lip, desperate for more, and his answering groan shoots straight through me.
My fingers sink into Emmett’s wavy strands as I cling to every part of him within reach. When I grind down against him, a rough whimper vibrates from his chest, and I swear the sound alone could ruin me.
He tears his mouth from mine.
“No.” I shake my head pulling him back to me. My lips move against his. “Not done. Not yet.” When I press my mouth to his, he comes willingly.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, a rough hand sliding under my top and moving higher until it’s sliding under the tight fabric of my sports bra. Fingers splayed, he covers my back, swiveling his hips and helping me chase what I’m after.
“Is this what you want?” he asks between open-mouth kisses, each one hotter and wetter than the last.
“God, yes,” I cry.
“You want everything I have to give you, Angel?”
“All of it.” My breaths come faster.
He pulls back enough that I can see the stern set of his jaw, the dark heat pooling with the most perfect shade of blue.
“Take it. Clip those wings and fall with me.”
The implications go much further than a kiss. He thinks he’s going to ruin me, and I know I’d let him.
“Gladly.” My mouth falls open as he moves my hips against my core, spurring a delicious ache that liquefies my bones. “Just don’t stop.”
“Pleading again. So pretty when you’re letting me take care of you. I could get used to that.”
That’s it. I’m done.
Exquisite pressure collapses inside me and I come undone. White spots dance in my vision as he watches like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.
Careful of his ribs, I collapse, bracing my shoulder against the back of the couch just to the side of him. He grips my thighs keeping me draped over him, like he can’t stand the idea of me getting too far.
His chest swells with each inhale, andy eyes fall to his lap where he’s still hard. I bite my lip, head still whirling from my orgasm.
Emmett follows my gaze. “Trouble,” he breathes. “You are so much more trouble than I could have ever imagined.”
“Am I?”
“The very best kind.” He palms himself through his sweatpants.
“Take it out,” I say impulsively.
His throat bobs. “Not tonight.”
“You want me on my knees begging.”
“Fuck.” The curse drags out of him.
His muscles are bunched. He’s trying so hard to do what he thinks is right and battling with himself every step of the way.
Slipping off the couch, I kneel between his feet.
“Aspen,” He croaks. “Do you know how hard it is to say no to you?”
“Then don’t.” I lick my lips, my eyes falling to his hard cock, before slowly lifting my eyes. My hands land on his thigh, coasting higher and then back down. “We’ve been denying ourselves long enough, don’t you think.”
“Pretty sure you just came grinding your sweet little cunt all over my cock. The only person I’m denying is myself.”
I shake my head, my hands following the same path again. “This is me on my knees, telling you exactly what I want. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, please let me see you.”
His posture shifts, rough hands covering mine before guiding them to the waistband of his sweats.
“Take what you want,” he says, voice wrecked. It’s pure gravel and heat pools in my core, soaking me more than I already am. If he doesn’t get me off again, I’m going to have to do it myself before I fall asleep.
Trying to hide the tremble in my hands I slowly tug the cotton down.
He lifts his hips, our gazes locked. My fingers brush hot skin and coarse hair at his navel as I tug his boxer briefs down.
His knuckles brush my chin, thumb ghosting over my bottom lip. “You’re looking at me like you want me buried in your throat.”
I do. I want it so badly my mouth is watering. But there’s something I want more than that. The one thing I can’t get out of my head.
“Not tonight.”
Confusion crosses his face.
“Show me what you did in the shower. I want to see it all this time”
“Didn’t get a good look the first time, did you?” His palm wraps around his steel length. “You make me so fucking hard, Angel.” He twists at the base, and my throat goes dry.
I shift on my heels, that ache making itself known.
Emmett smirks, seeing it too. “Hearing that gets to you.”
I nod, unable to look away. “Seems fair. If we go down, we go down together.”
“Nah.” His pace picks up. “If we go down, I’ll catch you.”
And I have no doubt.
All the things he’s said—the warning and the talk about his past don’t match what I see when I look at him. There’s nothing but admiration.
“You will,” I assure him. “I know it.”
As he makes long slow strokes, I slip my hand down my pants, Emmett’s eyes tracking my every move.
“Together then,” I say, finding a pace that feels like heaven and hell on my swollen clit. “That’s how this works. We’re both in this or we’re not in it at all.”
It takes me only a moment to catch up with him. As quiet as he can be, he doesn’t stay that way now, encouraging me.
“Never would have guessed we’d end up here—you on your knees, drooling over my cock while you watch me jack off. See what you do to me?” A bead of cum rolls over his head and he catches it in his hand, using it as he pumps faster. “Need you to get there, sweet girl.”
“Emmett.” His name tastes so right on my tongue. “I need—shit—I’m almost there. Just a second.”
“You can do it.”
I whimper, frustrated when I can’t find the release I’m chasing.
His grin turns diabolical. “Or do you need me to get the pretty pink toy you keep in your bathroom drawer? Fuck you with it while you watch me stroke my cock.”
Just like before, his words have my pulse racing, my fingers slipping over my tender bud as I grow wetter. He fucking knows it too, because he picks up his pace.
“That’ll do it, won’t it? The filthy things I say turn you on. I bet your fingers are drenched for me,” he taunts.
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly. “What—what the hell is wrong with me?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“No one’s ever talked to me like that.”
“Good,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Now come for me. Show me what a slut you are for watching—for my mouth.”
“Oh god!” I cry out, shattering at his feet—pieces of my soul laying bare at his words and the way he claims me without even touching me. Despite saying he can’t keep me, despite knowing he’s leaving, he’ll keep part of me forever.
Above me, Emmett grunts through his own release, spilling on his shirt and joggers. It’s messy and raw, just like us.
My forehead rests on his knees as my breathing slows. And then he shifts, lifting my chin. His messy fingers come to my lips.
“Open.”
Wordlessly, I do it.
“Taste what you do to me, Angel.”
I suck his fingers into my mouth, his salty flavor fresh on my tongue. It’s like leaving my body.
Who is this girl, and what has she done with Aspen Holt?