Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
EMILY
Baylor stands in my small kitchen, making it look even smaller as he sets the bag down on the counter and turns his focus back to me.
It’s still early, and thankfully, I don’t have to be to work until late tomorrow.
Because right now, standing here with him being this close, I want to stay up late and do lots of things with him.
All kinds of things.
Things to earn my dinner… and whatever’s in that bag. Though I don’t think I really care about earning my dinner, not really. I would have skipped dinner and stayed here if he’d asked.
I would do just about anything if Baylor asked. I press my lips together and roll them a few times. I’m not sure how to approach this… approach him. Sucking in a breath, I try to calm myself because right now, I’m panting like a damn animal.
I’m a few seconds away from jumping him and stripping his clothes off, no matter what he has to say about it. I find it hard to breathe, difficult to stand in front of him and not touch him.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me stare at him for much longer. He closes the distance between us, lifting his hands before he cups my cheeks. Without saying a single word, he lowers his head, and his lips touch mine.
His tongue slides inside my mouth, and he tastes me, consuming me instantly.
I grip his wrists, holding on to him like he’s a lifeline.
Arching my back, I try to get even closer to him.
My nipples are hard, aching, my pussy pulsing.
I need more than a kiss. I need his hands all over my entire naked body. I need his mouth, every inch of him.
Baylor breaks the kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip when he does. My eyelids flutter open as I look up at him. I don’t release his wrists. I don’t want to move even an inch away from him. I want to move closer to him.
“That isn’t supposed to be as good as it is, Em.”
“What?” I exhale. I’m confused, but I think mostly because I am so turned on right now that I can’t even think straight.
“Kissing you,” he murmurs. “It wasn’t supposed to be this good. I wasn’t supposed to crave you.”
I’ve got a million questions on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t think straight enough to organize any of them right now. He doesn’t say anything else, and I’m glad for it. Instead, his hands fall from my face before he reaches down and grabs hold of my ass.
My body is lifted into the air, and I assume he’s going to plop my ass down on the counter, but he doesn’t. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I curve my arms around his shoulders and hold on to him as he turns us.
To my surprise, he makes the short distance from my kitchen to my bedroom in record time. My sandals fall off my feet somewhere along the way. I hear them thud as they hit the floor, but I don’t care where they land.
“Baylor,” I exhale.
He hums as I untwist my legs from his waist, placing my feet flat on the carpeted floor. Keeping my arms wrapped around his neck, I arch my back and rub my breasts against his chest, needing to soothe the ache there.
“Fuck,” he hisses, lifting his head.
His eyes search mine, and he takes a step backward, then another, forcing my hands to fall from his neck and breaking all contact with me. Panic fills me, and I begin to tremble as I can’t help but wonder if he’s going to leave me standing here, aching.
BAYLOR
Emily’s eyes wildly search mine as I step backward. I want to be inside her so fucking badly right now, but I know I shouldn’t. This could cause a rift in the family, and that’s the last thing I want between me and my brother.
I love my family more than anything, but at the same time, my body craves her even more. It’s a situation I’ve never been in before. I run my fingers through my hair as I attempt to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
“Baylor,” she rasps.
I flick my gaze up to meet hers, and my knees almost give out on me. She’s so fucking turned on. My entire body aches to taste her. To kiss her. Touch her. To be inside her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from mine, her hair tousled.
“Emily,” I respond, not sure why she called my name but also trying to stall a bit so I don’t tear her clothes off and fuck her into the mattress.
“I want you.”
Fuck.
Resolve gone.
The family shit, the other shit, it can wait.
Right now, all I want is her.
Reaching my hand behind my shoulder, I grip the fabric of my shirt there and tug it over my head. Emily balls her hands in fists at her sides. I don’t know if it’s because she wants to hit me or if she’s trying to keep from reaching out to touch me.
I decide it’s the latter.
Shifting out of my boots, I kick them off to the side before I reach for the belt buckle of my jeans. Her breath hitches the moment I unbuckle and unzip my pants. Shoving them down my legs, I step out of them.
Standing in front of her, wearing only my boxer briefs, I smile as I take one step toward her, then another, closing the distance between us. Reaching out for her shirt, I tug on the fabric gently. She takes a step toward me, her gaze never leaving mine.
“I want you, too, Em,” I murmur. “Too fucking badly for my own good.”
Releasing her shirt, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in the strands of her hair. Gently, I guide her over to the bed until the backs of her knees touch the side, and her breath hitches.
She lowers down on the mattress, her gaze never leaving mine. I can’t look away from her. There’s something about the way she looks at me, like she is seeing me. I felt it the first time we were together, even if I was only with her to distract her from my brother.
Emily Brown may have only wanted me because of my last name, but by the time I was done with her, I knew it was more, which is why I stayed as far away as fucking possible. But there’s no denying this.
When her hands reach for the waist of my boxer briefs, it’s my turn to suck in a breath. She guides my underwear down, then wraps her fingers around the length of my hard cock. Her lips press together as she leans forward, and then her lips touch the head of my dick.
“Fucking hell, Em,” I grind out.
She doesn’t break eye contact. Instead, she parts her lips, opening her mouth wide, and then takes me down her throat. My hand flies to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in the strands of hair there.
I can feel her throat relax around my dick as I begin to gently guide her back and forth along my length. Our gazes stay connected to one another as she moves along my dick, sucking me expertly.
My fingers grip her tighter, holding on to her as she moves. I flex my hips. I know I shouldn’t, but instinct takes over, and I start to fuck her mouth. She stills, and that’s when I feel her fingers grab hold of my ass, her nails digging into the flesh there. It feels so damn good.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat,” I groan.
She hums, and my balls tingle almost immediately when the vibration slides throughout my entire body. Pulling out of her mouth, I shake my head a couple of times. Emily looks up at me, her cheeks tinted pink as she stares into my eyes.
There’s my shy girl.