Chapter 6
Jonas
I’m kissing Emma.
I’ve kissed women since Peyton.
Hell, I kissed women during Peyton.
All on screen. All for movie roles. All because it was my job.
Kissing Emma is not my job, but I can’t stop and I don’t want to.
Be fucking brave .
I want to be brave.
The bravest things I’ve ever done are on the order of being in public without a security detail .
Kissing Emma isn’t brave , though.
It’s as necessary as breathing.
And she’s kissing me back, her fingers tracing my jawline while she licks my lower lip, making soft noises that easily translate to more .
Also different from kissing a woman for my job?
I’m sprouting a raging hard-on.
For this woman that I call my friend, because that’s all I can offer her, and I know that’s all she can offer me.
My back is on fire.
Not as much as it was before she rubbed me down with aloe, but enough that I feel it as I move my arms to wrap them around her.
Her fingers slide up my arms to my neck, staying to my front, not bothering my sunburn.
How does this woman have no idea just how much good she deserves in her life?
She suddenly breaks free and pulls back. “Oh my god, I can’t take advantage of you like this.”
I want to lick her neck and bite her collarbone. “You’re not taking advantage, Emma.”
“Aren’t I?”
“No. Am I?”
Her eyes are so wide and her breath is coming in short pants. “No.”
I lift a brow.
“Promise.” She licks her lower lip, then bites it. “You…were on my freebie list. But now you’re my friend, and I—just I like you . As a person. As a friend. As you .”
I can’t stop touching her. I should pull back, slow down, give her space, but dammit, I like her too .
I know I shouldn’t. This can’t go any further.
But it feels so fucking right. “That’s what makes this so easy.”
She leans into me too, her nose brushing my jaw while her delicate hands settle on my chest again. “Can we keep doing what’s easy?”
“You tell me when it stops being easy.”
She kisses my cheek. Again. And again. Moving until she’s kissing my lips, her hands making slow, easy strokes up and down my chest.
It’s easy to kiss her back. Easy to take the kiss to the next level, our tongues clashing. Easy to follow her lead when she takes my hand and slides it up her leg, under her sun dress.
Easy to stroke her smooth, silky skin.
To listen to her gasp and feel her arch into me when I find her nipples under her dress.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Love—it.” Her head arches back. “Sensitive. Yes .”
It takes me a split second to pull the dress over her head, and then I’m not just touching those sweet perky nipples.
I’m sucking on them too.
She lifts her chest into my hand and my mouth and grips my hair. “Don’t—deserve?—”
“Yes, you do.”
I don’t ask the last time her ex played with her breasts.
Don’t need to know.
Instead, I lick and suck and nip while her thighs fall open and she pulls me down on top of her.
Easy .
So easy to treat Emma and her body the way she deserves to be treated.
To make her feel good.
Her hips buck beneath me, and it’s the most natural thing in the world to slide my hand down her belly, flicking her nipple with my tongue while my fingers drift closer and closer to her panties.
She spreads her legs more.
I brush a knuckle over her mound. “Can I touch you here?”
“Oh, please ,” she whispers. “ Please .”
I don’t want to touch her.
I want to thrust deep inside her.
I want to show her how much it’s meant to me to have a friend these past few days too.
But I’m not going anywhere. She’s not going anywhere.
Not tonight.
So I take it slow, stroking over her panties until she’s straining so hard against my hand that her muscles quiver and her breath comes in soft bursts accompanied by more and yes and please and so good .
I swirl my tongue around her nipple and slip one finger into her panties, touching her smooth, bare, slick pussy.
“More,” she whispers.
Her eyes are scrunched shut, her head tilted back, thighs straining and shifting into my touch.
I dip one finger inside her, and she bucks her hips. “Deeper. More .”
Two fingers, then three. Her wet heat coats me as I match her rhythm while she pumps against my hand.
“Kiss me?” she gasps.
I adjust so I can kiss her and finger-fuck her at the same time, our tongues warring while her hips buck and she scratches her fingers down my tender back.
Worth it.
She gasps and breaks free of the kiss as her vagina clenches hard around my fingers, her head arched back again, the setting sun glowing against her long neck, that perfectly Emma jaw jutted out while she cries my name and comes hard on my fingers.
Beautiful.
No, exquisite .
Her entire body shudders, then sags back into the mattress. “Forgot…how good…” she murmurs.
I blink once.
Then again.
Does she?—
“Oh my god, I didn’t say that,” she gasps.
I nuzzle her neck. “You deserve all the orgasms. Don’t apologize.”
“But I— no .”
I lift my head.
She strokes my cheeks and gives me an embarrassed look. “You’re right. I won’t apologize.”
I smile.
She smiles back.
And then her expression turns spunky. “Did you know that someone that I was supposed to be here with, who knew better , actually packed condoms in our honeymoon bag? I had them on the nightstand as a glaring reminder that I was right to leave him. I might have shoved them in the drawer when I realized it might look like…I wanted to take advantage of you.”
There’s entirely too much to unpack there, but for the first time since I met her, she’s not retreating at the mention of why she was supposed to be here. “My dear Emma, what exactly are you saying?”
She flexes her hips under me, easily brushing my aching cock. “ I’m satisfied, but you’re not. We should rectify that.”
My hand drifts up her side until I can brush her nipple with my thumb again. “Watching you was quite satisfying.”
She bites her lip. “Shouldn’t I get the satisfaction of watching you come too?”
My cock goes impossibly harder. “Only if I’m on top.”
“Deal.”
I grip her wrist as she reaches for the nightstand. “Emma.”
She freezes and stares up at me.
“Don’t ever let anyone convince you that you’re not attractive or that you’re unworthy or anything like it ever again. Understand?”
She sucks in a quick breath and blinks a few times, then stares at me like she’s fully digesting every bit of meaning she can pull out of my order.
A smile slowly creeps back over her face. “Okay,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
I kiss her nose. “My absolute pleasure.”