Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
EMILY
My breathing comes out in pants as I look up at Baylor Cooper. He’s standing right in front of me, naked as the day he was born, and absolutely gorgeous. I’ve imagined this moment every day for the last year.
I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind, and now that he’s finally here and it’s finally happening, I am feeling a little overwhelmed… and lightheaded.
“Show me, Emily.”
When he talks to me in that demanding tone, his words insistent and his voice gruff, I want to do anything and everything he says. I don’t even have to ask him what he wants me to show him. It’s as if my body already knows.
Standing, I strip out of my clothes, attempting to be sexy, but mostly I fumble as I try to get naked as quickly as possible. Then I sit back down, but it’s more of a flop before I spread my legs instantly.
I know I’m wet, and I know he can see it, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed by that. He makes me that way, and he should know. Even if my cheeks heat and I’m surely turning bright red.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You are absolutely perfect, Emily.”
“Please, Baylor. I need to feel you.”
He grunts, then, without another word, he gathers me in his arms and guides my body across the bed, laying me down on my back as he settles his hips between my thighs.
I can feel the smooth head of his cock against my center, and I have to fight the urge to lift my hips in an effort to make him slide inside me. I’m wet and ready—more than ready. I feel like I’m on edge already. I could probably come in about two downstrokes.
All I need is for him to fill me.
One of his forearms rests beside my head while his other hand glides across my cheek, then tangles in my hair by my temple. He grips it there, holding it tightly against my scalp. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s definitely tense.
Then he fills me.
Burying himself deep inside me. My breath hitches, and I shift my legs back slightly, wrapping them around his waist. He groans, settling inside me. Being like this, him inside me, stretching me, it feels like the sweetest love song. And then, to top it all off, his eyes never leave mine.
Transfixed and connected, there is nobody else in this room or on this earth but him right now. He makes me feel like he sees me the same way. There is only me for him. I wish that were true, that this could be more—that I could be his.
“I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be doing this,” he rasps.
Maybe he thinks this is bad, but right now, I don’t think there is anything else I would rather be doing. I can’t imagine being anywhere else or with anyone else. Everything else disappears, not just physically, but out of my mind, too. There is absolutely nothing but him and me.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before in my entire life. The world melts away. Insecurities, other people, my past, his past, everything is gone, and there is just us—Baylor and me.
“Maybe not, but it feels right.”
My words come out without me even thinking about them first. I wish I could stuff them back inside my mouth, because maybe he doesn’t feel the same way, and that would be super embarrassing, considering he’s deep inside me right now.
“Yeah,” he grunts before he shifts his face closer to mine.
His gaze is still focused, and then I lose his eyes as his mouth touches mine. I don’t mind losing his eyes because I gain his mouth. And that is hot as shit. The moment his lips touch mine and his tongue slides inside me, I don’t miss his eyes at all.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts against his chest, and that’s when he starts to move.
His hips roll, his pelvis grinds against my clit with each downstroke.
Dragging my nails down his back, I hold on to him as he moves.
My nails score the flesh of his back, but I can’t do anything except hold on to him.
I’m so close. My body was on edge before he even slid inside me, so now I’m about to implode. My thighs tremble as he continues to move. I lift my hips and rock my clit against his pelvis, meeting his strokes.
My lungs burn as I attempt to breathe, my body climbing higher and higher with each stroke. His mouth is still on mine, his tongue fucking me at the same time as his dick… expertly.
I’m so close to the edge that I feel like I can’t breathe.
Shifting my head back, I arch my neck as I look up at the ceiling and attempt to catch my breath.
I’m not sure if it works because it only takes one or two more strokes before I come.
It consumes me, crashes through me. It owns me, just like Baylor Cooper does.