Chapter 36
Emmett
I
never want to know what it’s like not kissing Drew. I want to spend the rest of this day, and the next day, and the next day, and the one after that, kissing her.
I turn on her shower and grab her by her hips, pulling her into me. She looks up at me, wrapping her arms around my naked waist, looking up at me with her chin on my chest. I lean down to kiss her on the forehead, on the nose, on the lips, wanting to spend the rest of my days kissing her all over.
When my lips meet hers, her hands snake up my body to find my hair. I haven’t put it back up since she took it down during our endeavors last night, and I love how her fingers run through it. She deepens the kiss, making my body feel warm on the inside while the steam of the water from the shower makes my body warm on the outside.
Drew keeps her apartment below the temperature I would choose for myself, but I learned to be okay with it last night when her body found mine under the sheets, looking for my warmth.
Her kisses wave through my body, and I ache for her.
I pull her by her waist, never leaving her lips, and we step into the shower. My back facing the water, blocking the water from splashing her too much, I feel a rush of adrenaline sharing this space with her. It feels intimate, being in the shower I’ve heard run above me so many times.
Our night together last night showed me that Drew hasn’t been able to release herself to someone who was ready for her, giving me an exhilarating feeling of possessiveness that I can’t help but feel knowing I pulled this side out for her, and I’m the only one who gets to.
So much for getting that under control.
As we tangle ourselves in each other under the water, my need for her,to be inside her, takes over, but I tell my body to not move too fast, knowing that she likes things slow. I twist her hips, so her backside is up against my front, feeling her ass against me, her hands find the shower wall as she pushes her back against my chest, exposing her neck for me.
My hands move to feel the smooth skin of her stomach, finding her breasts. I massage each one, taking her nipples between my fingers, as I glide my tongue up her neck to find the spot just under her ear where I suck at the sensitive skin. I taste the water with a mixture of her sweet skin. She lets out a stunning moan, making me even harder.
Her taste is intoxicating.
Lapping my tongue at the drops of water on her skin, my hands move down her front to find her opening, wet and ready for me. I move my finger in circles around her clit before slowly sinking my fingers into her. She gasps, wincing a little, probably sore from last night. Slowly, she leans her head back to rest on my shoulder, arching into me, giving me even more access.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, careful not to go too fast, the mixture of the water and her own wetness allowing me to pick up speed little by little before pressing my palm against her back and guiding her forward and her hips back before rocking into her.
This sensation isn’t like last night, like our first time, similar but different. It’s raw and new yet familiar and intimate, and I long for her to know all the different ways I plan on taking her because I don’t think I can go a day without this.
She takes my whole length in one, and I let out a groan as I pull out, almost all the way but not quite, before slamming back into her. She moves her hands down the shower wall, bending over more, creating the perfect position for me to slide in and out of her, increasing my speed. The perfect friction is sending ripples through my body, and the sounds she is making tell me she is getting close, further pushing me closer to my edge.
Through blurry eyes, seeing her beautiful body moving back and forth in front of me, I lean my head back, chasing my release, when she slides off me and turns to face me. Stunned by her sudden change, she bends before me, taking me in her mouth. This confidence radiates off her like the water splashing on my back.
I take her wet hair in my hand, helping her find her rhythm.
Has she done this before?
“Fuck,” I exhale through my teeth. Watching her lips around me, feeling her tongue swirl around the head of my cock, and I can’t take it anymore.
Saving that for another day.
I bring her up, crashing my lips into hers, tasting my saltiness on her tongue, before turning off the water behind me, lifting her up and pushing her up against the wall. Her legs wrap around me as I slide into her again. I can tell she’s at her edge, so I keep my rhythm as the sounds of her moans and heavy breathing fill the air around us. I stare right at her, watching her as she comes. As she finds her release, she tightens around me, sending me right into my own orgasm.
Still holding her, my head falls into the crook of her neck, feeling her fingers release their grip on my back, leaning her head against mine.
Her legs unwrap from me, and I set her down carefully before reaching behind me to turn the water on again. I block her from the cold water and move her to be under when it gets warm enough, holding her waist as she leans back closing her eyes.
We still haven’t said a word, just flushed cheeks, dazed eyes, and lazy smiles on our faces.
When I step out of the shower behind her, taking the towel she hands to me, I finally find my voice.
“What are you doing today?”
Not what I thought was going to come out of my mouth, but it was obviously on the tip of my tongue. I find myself scared to walk out of this bathroom, not wanting to just get dressed to go home, but get dressed to spend the day with her. I’m not expected at the bar until four, and there’s no way it’s even 10 AM yet, meaning I have at least six hours uninterrupted hours to put all my focus on her.
“I don’t have any plans,” she says, as she takes her towel from around her body and wraps her hair up, leaving her naked in front of me, the most amazing2 sight.
She grabs her robe from behind the bathroom door, leaving just her bare chest and one shoulder exposed, a subtle circle of deep red just under her ear. A flutter in my stomach at the thought of how it got there.
She sees me staring, and cocks her head. “Emmett?”
My eyes find hers, “Sorry,” I take a few steps towards her, wrapping my arms around her, “I just can’t take my eyes off you. You’re so beautiful.” I lean down to give her a gentle kiss. “Can I make you breakfast?”
She blushes, and I take it as a yes. “But, only if it’s waffles.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
After we get dressed and pull away from each other long enough to make breakfast, we spend the morning with her head on my lap, reading the third book of her series, while I watch a movie. She told me how she’s watching the Marvel movies in order, but she doesn’t pay much attention. She mentioned how she’s seen them all many times before, and I’ve noticed she mostly just has them on in the background.
I think it’s cute.
She is on Avengers: Age of Ultron, so I watch as she reads and laugh to myself when she occasionally turns to watch the fight scenes. We don’t spend much of the time talking, just being in each other’s presence.
I notice she’s about halfway through her book when I check the time to see it’s about 1 o’clock. I lean down to kiss her on the forehead, and she tears her eyes from the pages in front of her to meet mine.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She smiles.
“We always do that,” I say, and it makes her laugh. “I like spending time with you,” I add as I stroke her hair, my fingers lingering on her cheek.
“I like spending time with you too.”
“I have to be at the bar in a few hours. If you’re not doing anything, you could meet me there for a drink, and then, I was thinking, we could go to dinner.”
Her cheeks crimson. “I’d like that.”