Emergence (Awakening Series Book 2)

Emergence

By

Olivia Hayes

Copyright © 2015 by Olivia Hayes

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is a matter of coincidence. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Cover Design by Louisa Maggio at LM Creations

Editing by Regina Alves, Elizabeth Froelich, and Meredith Mitchell

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my dear friend, Kelly Carpenter. You walked into my life at a time when I really needed a friend and became more than I ever expected. We laughed, we cried, we bitched, we celebrated, we became sisters. Thank you for being my friend, my confidant, and my family.

I watched you go through tons of crap and even though it saddened you and sometimes made you cry, you never really let it seep into your life. You were always so determined and hopeful for your future, and I'm so thrilled that after all the bullshit, you've finally found your happily ever after. You deserve it! 

This one's for you!

Prologue

1  Year Ago

Carson

I felt the air in the bar shift and tuned out what my buddy Max was saying; the busty blonde on my arm forgotten as I turned toward the door. The moment I saw her my gut clenched and I felt as if I were a moth and she was the flame.

Her dark hair hung in loose waves over her shoulders, stopping just below her full breasts. My eyes drifted lower, noting that her fitted black dress did nothing to conceal her amazingly long and tanned legs, ending at her perfectly painted, pink toenails. My gaze moved back to her face, taking in her large, round, strikingly blue eyes, which had just settled on me. My heart rate quickened as she walked in my direction.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, her voice sultry, as she gestured to the empty bar stool I was leaning on.

"It is now," I said, pulling it out for her.

She gave me a heart stopping smile and sat, gracefully crossing her long legs before tossing her giant handbag onto the bar, and rummaging inside to pull out her phone and wallet.

Dislodging my other arm from Brandi or Becky, or whatever her name was, I leaned on the bar, my eyes on the raven haired beauty who had just fired off a message and seemed to be a little perturbed by whomever she was texting. I was trying to control the urge to learn all her problems so I could solve them for her.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, my gaze landing on her full lips.

She stopped texting and really looked at me for the first time. Her eyes blazing a hot trail from my head to my feet. She licked her lips as if to say she liked what she saw.

"Vodka grapefruit," she said to me, as the bartender stopped in front of her and put down a cocktail napkin.

"Put it on my tab," I said to him, not taking my eyes off her.

She put her phone down and continued to look at me. I could get lost in eyes like hers. They were cerulean blue, and something about the way they looked at me made me feel like she was seeing into my soul. I found it hard to breathe,  my blood felt thick pumping through my veins, my body acutely aware of her nearness.

"You don't have to do that, but thank you."

"I want to. You look like you're having a bad day." I smiled at her and her forehead wrinkled up before she recovered and her face softened a bit.

"You don't know the half of it," she said, letting out a sigh. We stared at each other for a moment longer and I had to resist the urge to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.

"My name's Carson," I said.

"Meg," she replied.

I reached to shake her hand, finally getting a chance to touch her, and the sparks that flew when my skin met hers would have rivaled any 4th of July celebration on record.

The bartender brought her drink and she lifted it to her lips, taking a long sip, and closing her eyes as she swallowed. When she opened her eyes again, she absently rubbed the rim of the glass against her lower lip.

Fuck me.
I had never wanted to be a glass so badly in my life.

"So, tell me about your day," I prompted, with no intention of letting her get away from me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She eyed me for a moment and for a split second I didn't think she was going to share. Then she took a deep breath, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

"Look Carson, you seem like a nice enough guy, so tell me, what do guys like you look for in a woman?"

Were we talking one night stands or forever kind of traits? She didn't look like a one night kind of girl, so I went with the forever stuff.

"I'd like to find someone who's smart, funny, enjoys the same kind of activities as me. Hopefully an equal in the bedroom," I smirked.

She cocked her eyebrow at me. "So you don't like the kind of women who don't speak their minds and prefer quiet missionary sex that's all about the man and never about the woman?"

I laughed out loud and her eyes sparkled. "Definitely not," I said, picking up my drink off the bar and taking a sip. "To a man like me, watching a woman come undone underneath me is the greatest pleasure there is."

She swallowed visibly. "Good answer," she said with a smirk. "I could use a man like you."

Damn!

In one second she had me thinking about her bedroom skills, but I also wondered what idiot wasn't fulfilling her needs and made her feel like she couldn't express herself in the bedroom. To me there was nothing sexier than a woman who wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted.

I cleared my throat. "Forgive me for sounding cliché, but do you come here often?" I asked, as she stared into my eyes again.

"I'm just in town for the night."

"Oh? Me too," I said, telling a half truth.

"Yeah, I've got an interview in the morning and then I'm flying out. What about you?"

"Visiting some people." My family, but she didn't need to know that.

Meg's eyes traveled down my body and holy shit, when she licked her lips I felt my dick twitch in my pants.

"Where are you interviewing?" I asked, trying to conceal the lust from my voice.

"Foster & Company Marketing. Do you know it?"

"Yes, I do."

Didn't I mention my last name was Foster? Maybe not.

"What do you do?" I asked, hoping to learn more about her.

"I'm finishing my accounting degree this December, and am hoping to find a job starting soon after," she said and smiled. "I'm looking to make some drastic changes. A new job is just the thing I need to kick start my new life."

My pulse raced as I watched hopefulness and desperation cross her face. She was absolutely beautiful and I loved the way her large eyes simmered as she looked at me, like she couldn't get enough.

I wanted her. Bad.

"So, I already know you're smart and witty," I said, winking at her. "What kinds of activities do you enjoy?"

"God, I don't even know where to start," she said, pulling her sunglasses off her head and smoothing back her hair, relaxing into her seat.

"Costa Del Mar, huh?" I asked, gesturing to her glasses, impressed.

"You know it. They're the best. I got my first pair when I was a tween. I used to go fishing with my dad all the time and I loved it."

"Where did you fish out of?"

"Well, back then I lived here, in Savannah. My dad had a twenty six foot Blackwatch that we used to take offshore. I caught my first dolphin, the fish not the mammal, when I was about eleven. I don't think I could move my arm for two days after I was done. It's nothing like fighting a billfish, from what I hear, but for my younger self it was an accomplishment. But then my dad got a new job and we moved to Texas and now it's been years since I've even been out in a boat. I've missed it," she said wistfully.

"Will you marry me?" I asked her, laughing. "I've never met a woman who loves fishing and boating as much as I do."

She laughed too, leaning into me with her shoulder. "I do love fishing and boating, I just don't get a chance to do it anymore. But, what if I told you I love football too?"

"Be still my heart!" I joked. "College or NFL?"

"College is my preference, but I watch NFL some too."

"Who's your team?"

This was the real test.

"I bleed red and black. Go Dawgs!" she said, and my heart surged. I was in my third year at UGA, and had grown up watching the Bulldogs play.

"I'd still have to check out your bedroom skills, but with the way this is going, I'm going to go ahead and venture a guess that they're amazing. You are definite marriage material. Are you free for the rest of your life?"

She threw back her head and laughed and I felt like banging my fists on my chest for being the cause of her joy. The smile I returned felt like it would split my face.

"I don't know about marriage yet, but I'd be happy to enlighten you on my bedroom skills if you would like to come back to my hotel room with me."

Fuck yeah!

"I'd like that," I said, throwing some cash on the bar and mumbling something to Max before placing Meg's hand in the crook of my arm.

We walked to her hotel in silence. I kept watching her profile, long slender neck and perfect nose, dusty rose colored lips. I couldn't wait to taste her mouth and slide my tongue down her delicious body. I wanted to hear her scream my name as she came.

"Do you go home with a lot of women?" she asked me as she tried the key card in the door for the third time.

"Is that what you really want to know?" I asked her, trying to divert from the truth as I leaned over her shoulder to see the door light up red again. "Allow me," I said and my hand brushed hers as I took the card from her. She visibly shivered, causing me to laugh out loud. "Are you chilly?" I asked, knowing full well that wasn't the case as I slid the key card into the lock and opened the door.

"I'm not cold," she said, walking past me while kicking off her shoes and pulling her dress over her head, tossing it aside. "I'm turned on. I've never felt like this before, and I've certainly never done anything like this," she paused and turned toward me. "What is it about you, Carson, that makes me want to behave this way?"

She was more beautiful than I could have imagined. Her soft skin was creamy white, perfect. Her breasts were full and her waist was slender, leading to her rounded hips and gloriously long and toned legs.

"It's a strange feeling isn't it?"  I asked, bringing my hands to her bare waist and pulling her hard against me.

"What is?" she asked breathlessly, her mouth so close to mine. I trailed my tongue along her lower lip.

"This magnetic connection between us. We've only just met, but you feel it as much as I do. From the moment our eyes met back at the bar we were drawn to each other. It's like we're two interlocking pieces of a puzzle." I slid one arm around her back and raised the other into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. "You feel it don't you?" I asked, holding her still so she was forced to look in my eyes.

"I do," she said, as she pressed herself against me and rose on her tip toes. She snaked her tongue across my lips, bringing her palms up flat against my chest. Her mouth opened slightly and I took advantage, plunging my tongue inside to tangle with hers.

I pulled her closer to me, trying to consume her, and fighting the urge to throw her against the door and fuck her until she screamed in pleasure.

I pulled at the straps of her bra, lowering the material so that her breasts popped free of their confinement. They were beautiful, creamy globes, with pert nipples that matched the rose color of her lips. She looked at me through dark lashes and I couldn't help but lock eyes with her as I lowered my head and pulled one dark pink nipple into my mouth. She threw her head back, moaning in pleasure, and arched into me as I suckled harder, drawing more sounds from deep within her.

"Damn baby, you're so responsive."

She tugged my shirt up and I released her so she could pull it over my head. Raining kisses over my collarbone, she trailed them up my neck to my ear. "I need you inside me," she whispered seductively, and I groaned.

Fuck yes.

She stepped away from me as I crowded her back against the door, frantically pulling at my belt and unfastening my jeans. Then she slid her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs,  taking hold of my dick.

"Fuck, Meg!" The feeling of her hand against me was almost my undoing.

She quickly shoved my clothes down my legs, then removed her panties as I toed off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. She paused a moment, looking up at me, before she settled her upper arms on my shoulders and lifted herself to put her legs around my waist. Instinctively my hands came up to hold her under the backs of her thighs.

As soon as I felt the heat of her entrance against me my pulse picked up and I tried to still my rapid breathing. I had never felt so overcome with sensation. I knew I needed to go slowly so I didn't hurt her. She would need time to adjust to my size, and plunging into her with one stroke wasn't going to be acceptable. Plus, I wanted to savor the feeling of her in my arms and drive her crazy with want.

She looked at me as if she were unsure of why I had paused.

"Please," she begged as she rocked her hips against mine, trying to bring herself down on me.

She gripped my shoulders, loosening her legs' hold on my waist and gained an inch of me before I tightened my hold on her ass.

"Stop. I don't want to hurt you," I groaned against her ear.

"Please, I need you inside me. You won't hurt me. I need this. Please. I want you."

"Fuck," I said, staring at her beautiful mouth before taking a deep breath, and thrusting fully inside her, drawing groans from both of us.

"Shit, you're so wet and so tight."

Fucking heaven.
There is no other way to describe how she felt. Her tight little sheath fit me like a glove and I knew at that moment that I was ruined for any other woman. No one would ever compare to her.

Slowly she rocked against me, taking more.  She bucked again, harder this time, moaning at the pleasure and causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.