Chapter 10 #2
An image of her forms in my mind, so easily created since the first time I saw her picture.
She’d have high, firm tits and gentle curves down to the flare of her hips.
Those long legs would be on full, glorious display, and that pussy—I’d finally get some questions answered.
Is it as pretty a pink as I think it is? Would she be soaking wet for me?
My brain’s been haywire since our kiss, and I’ve spent too much damn energy keeping my body under control. I give in to the constant lust simmering under my skin. My erection hardens to the point of pain, and I choke it with my hand. Fuck.
Yesterday, she was pressed against me in the bakery, her hot little curves teasing my ever-growing fantasies. When I think about how she crowded closer to me when something bothered her, my head nearly explodes from the pressure.
That woman.
I’m brutal with my dick. Squeezing and pumping. My ass cheeks are flexed and my eyes are closed to the onslaught of water. Too many damn showerheads.
Pressure fills the rest of my body until desire is a pulsating, expanding, and demanding sensation.
I’d push her against the wall and kneel down. Emerson Langley should be worshiped by a man on his knees in front of her. Then I’d lift one of her legs to my shoulder and delve into those juicy—
My orgasm hits stronger than ever. The source of my arousal has never been so close, and it shows in the strength of the orgasm. A long, rough groan leaves me, sounding too damn loud, echoing off the walls of the shower. I come long and hard. What would it be like coming inside her?
I keep going when my hand should be slack. I’m going to chafe myself, but no fucks are to be had. I shake through my climax, trying and failing to cut off my grunts. I let it sweep me away, and barely stifle a roar. Then I sag against the wall, and a shiver runs through me.
It’s goddamn lucky I still have hot water.
I push off and start to clean up when I hear something. I clean the rest of my release down the drain and flip the water off.
“—okay?”
Shit. Did she hear me? I grab a towel and hurry through a quick towel off, and then wrap it around my waist. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
She sounds close, so I pad across my room to the door and open it.
Her mouth is open like she’s going to holler something at me again. “Oh.” It comes out shaky.
Satisfaction snakes through me as her gaze travels down my chest, stops at the hook of my towel around my waist, then jerks up again.
That pink tongue of hers licks out to wet her bottom lip. “I, um, heard some sounds and wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
She likes what she sees. My dick twitches like I didn’t just get done throttling it. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You sounded like you were in pain.”
Hell yes, I was in pain. So damn close but miles away from what I really want.
I shouldn’t push. I should be patient. But it’s been almost a month and a half since I kissed her.
I’m craving sweet Emerson Langley, and after her little moan over Elodie’s red velvet muffins yesterday, I’m growing mindless.
My patience is getting sapped by each glimpse of her tongue and every pleased sound she makes.
And now that she seems concerned I’m not being myself. . .
“I was in the shower,” I say slowly against all good judgment, “making noises that aren’t used only in distress.”
Confusion clouds her eyes before they flare wide. “Oh. You were . . .” She licks her lips, and I might have to duck into the shower again.
The urge to tease her is too impossible to ignore. “I guess there are other ways.”
Her gaze flickers before she frowns and crosses her arms, a hip kicked out. “We might not be married for real, but I’m not going to be humiliated by you fucking around.”
A dry laugh leaves me and I advance on her. “Em, the only thing I’m fucking around with is my right hand. Sometimes my left if I want to pretend it’s you fumbling with my erection.”
She backs up until her back thumps against the closed door of my office, now her office. Her chest rises and falls, but she doesn’t duck out of my way. “I don’t fumble.”
I close my eyes for a heartbeat and moan. She’s going to be the end of me.
My eyelids lift, and I take in her parted, shiny lips. “Have you got lip gloss on?”
“Yes. Why?” She’s breathy. If I looked down, would her nipples be prodding against the fabric of her shirt, begging to be sucked into my mouth and rolled around on my tongue?
“Watermelon and whiskey.” I sound like a goddamn caveman, my voice gravelly and deep. “My favorite flavors since that night in Denver.”
“Jesus, Lane.”
“I’d prefer it if I could get you to say, ‘Oh God, Lane.’ ”
Her cheeks flush a brilliant red, and her eyes shine just as bright, yet her pupils are swallowing her irises. Tentatively, she lays her hands on my chest, but she doesn’t push away.
My hair drips onto my shoulders, and a drop rolls down to her fingertips.
“Lane.”
Is it a question? A plea? She hasn’t run yet, so I keep going. “Do you know how much I think about getting between those long legs of yours? Of kissing the sense out of you until you’re completely pliant underneath me? Do you know, Em, how much I jerk off to memories of that night?”
“Tell me,” she whispers.
“All.” I tip my head down so our faces are close. “The.” I prop my hands on either side of her head, the door cool under my palms. “Time.”
“You know what I think about?” Our lips are inches apart. She trails her fingers down my torso, making my abs clench, until she folds her fingers into the waistband of the towel. “You, all businesslike. Then you all cowboy. And you all distiller.”
“Yeah? Which one’s your favorite?” My lips barely brush over hers and the scent of watermelon fills my nose.
“I think the naked one is winning.” Her fingers creep closer to the crown of my cock.
Lust reaches a boiling point, and my raging erection is going to escape the confines of the towel.
The doorbell rings.
She jerks her hands away. “Who’s that?”
I don’t move. I can’t. So close. So goddamn close to paradise.
“Auntie Em! I’ve got some eggs?” Hillary hollers through the door.
Emerson sucks in a breath and gently pushes me back. “I’m sorry. This is a bad idea anyway.”
I give her the space she needs and prop my hands on my hips. My heart is slamming against my ribs. “Why?”
Her back is still against the door. “Because we’re going to get divorced.”
Not if I can help it. “We can fuck like a married couple until then.”
Her jaw drops, but only a squeak comes out. “I . . . It’s not a good idea.”
“I want you, Em.” But I’m not going to pressure her. Whatever happens between us needs to be her choice and not a lack of options. “Just remember that next time you want to see the naked iteration of me.”
There’s more knocking. “Auntie Em?”
I like kids, but their timing always sucks. I never got what Myles joked about when he called Elsa and Devon the best cockblockers in the universe. Now I have Hillary.
“Coming!” Emerson calls. When she turns back to me, her gaze lowers to my chest once more. “I’ll answer the door.”
I nod, my jaw clenched. Arousal bangs around in my head. Do I have to reverse right back into the shower and take care of another damn hard-on?
She sets warm fingertips on my sides. I flinch like she’s a live electrical wire. Then she leans forward and licks a small drop of water off my chest, following its path upward until her mouth is at the base of my neck.
Fuck me. Did I die from desire and this is heaven?
“I won’t forget, Mr. Foster.” Then she leaves me with the most painful erection of my entire life and the brand of her tongue singed into my skin.