Healed (9 page)

Emily was lying completely naked on the bed, a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon next to her. Thoughts of all the things I could do to her raced through my head.

“What’s this all about?” I asked, gesturing toward the bowl on the bed.

She smiled that sexy little smirk that drove me absolutely crazy. “You keep saying how you love the taste of cookie dough and me, so I figured I’d give you the combination of the two.”

In a flash, I stripped off all of my clothes and joined her on the bed, reaching for the spoon.

“Chocolate chip?”

“Your favorite.”

She was right. Chocolate chip cookie dough was my absolute favorite. Combined with the taste of Emily . . .

This was going to be one exciting afternoon.

Dipping my finger into the bowl, I placed it at her lips, letting her suck off the yummy sweetness. That small action had heat rushing through my body, but I needed so much more.

Using the spoon, I spread a generous amount onto each of her breasts, making sure to swirl the spoon lightly on the tips of her nipples. She was as turned on as I was—I could tell by all of the squirming she did every time I touched her body.

Happy with the results of my handiwork, I found the need to taste her overwhelming. Lowering my head, I licked up the side of her breast, tasting heaven.

Emily was already hard to resist at the best of times, but the thought of sampling the cookie dough off every part of her body was way too appealing. By the time I was through, we were both panting and in need of a release. Sliding into her body, I could feel her insides clenching me tight, letting me know I was exactly where she wanted me to be. Thrust after thrust, I joined my body with hers, bringing us to unparalleled heights of pleasure. Our bodies pushed as far as they could go, we collapsed to the bed, struggling to catch our breath.

“I knew it would be worth it to make the extra batch. The other plus is that we already burned off all of the calories.”

“Except now I’m too tired to do anything but lie here,” I said, dropping down beside her.

Closing her eyes she said, “There’s not that much to do anyway. We can finish it tomorrow before we go to my mom’s house.

We stayed in bed for the rest of the night, only getting out to answer the door for the takeout we’d ordered.

Last night we went to Emily’s parents’ house. Angie hadn’t been kidding when she’d said things were crazy there for the holidays. Driving up to the house was a complete shock. I’d seen the house enough, but covered in lights it was insane. It wasn’t gaudy like the Griswold’s but it was definitely a sight you’d remember for a while.

Even that was nothing compared to when I walked in the front door. The house was decorated beautifully, with a giant tree in the corner of their living room. That wasn’t even the end of it. There was an entire buffet lined up in the dining room, full of some of my favorite things. Turns out, while her mom is a great cook, Emily is the better baker.

It all looked so wonderful, but the scary part came when I looked in their den at the other tree in the corner. It looked like Santa’s sled had crashed into the living room, there were that many presents, you could barely see the floor beneath all of the brightly wrapped boxes. It was a sight to see, but it was a bit awkward when I saw all of the tags under the tree with my name on it. I felt bad that they had spent all that money on me. When I mentioned it to Emily later in the night, she told me not to worry about it, explaining that that’s just how her parents were—they spent more time and effort on Christmas than they did for birthdays. With a little flutter in my stomach, I warned her not to expect the same thing tomorrow. My parents were the opposite, going crazy on birthdays instead. Don’t get me wrong, they enjoyed the holidays, they were just more subdued about it, with Mom spending hours and hours on a huge dinner. I looked forward to it every year. Now it looked like, between both sets of parents, we were going to get the best of both worlds. I just hoped Emily had as much fun at my parents’ house as I had at hers.

Lying in bed I pried my eyes open, only to close them again to block out the light, knowing that the dull ache in the back of my head was only going to get worse when I got out of bed. Not only did her parents like presents, but the alcohol flowed freely as well. Ben just kept pouring drink after drink, and it wasn’t until Emily swiped my keys that I started to realize just how much I’d had. Eventually, Emily had driven us home so that we could get some sleep.

It didn’t matter how bad my head hurt, it was Christmas morning so some Advil and a glass of water would have to do to fix the hangover, because what I wanted more than anything was to give Emily her present. By the snores coming from beside me, I knew she wasn’t awake yet.

Taking advantage, I quietly slipped out of bed and to the bathroom. Grabbing the glass off the sink, I filled it to the top and dropped two Advil in my mouth. When I’d finished using the bathroom, I tiptoed over to the closet and felt around on the top shelf until my hand touched the bow on the top of the box. Just as quietly, I went back to the bed, slipping in beside my beautiful girl.

Gently wrapping my arms around her, I pressed my lips to her temple. Her body pushed closer to mine and a soft moan left her throat when I didn’t stop there.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered, lifting my lips from her delectable body.

“Merry Christmas,” she answered without opening her eyes. “What time is it?”

Placing a kiss to her lips, I said against them, “Time for you to open your eyes . . . and your present.”

I took the box and placed it on her flat belly, right in her line of vision. Her eyes fluttered open, and the blue of her irises reminded me of the sky on a clear summer day.

“Is this for me?” she asked, lifting the box.

“No, it’s for my other fiancée,” I joked, earning me a slap to the chest. “Ouch! Of course it’s for you.”

The giddiness in her expression made a warm feeling spread through my body. It wasn’t lust, but a contentment at seeing her so happy.

She lifted up until she was seated, leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. Carefully, she unwrapped the paper, almost as if she was afraid to tear it, and pulled the box from it wrappings. The name of the jewelry store was emblazoned on the outside of the box and with trembling hands she removed the lid, lifting the velvet box from inside. Flipping the lid open, she gasped when she saw the beautiful white-gold oval pendant encrusted with diamonds, and aquamarines that matched her eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

Reaching down, I took the necklace from her fingers and latched it around her neck. “No, now it is beautiful.”

The smile she gave me was exactly what I wanted to wake up to every morning. “You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”

She slid her leg over my thighs until she was straddling me, her long hair covering my chest as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. The warmth of her body seeped into me at every point we were connected. Opening my mouth I slipped my tongue out to suck on her bottom lip, convincing her to open up and let me in, and when she did, her taste exploded through me, making me shiver. The kiss was quickly spiraling in frantic, frenzied need.

In my opinion, there were too many clothes between us—even though Emily only slept in a T-shirt and panties. I grabbed the hem of her shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over her head and throw it to the floor, only to return my lips to the sweetest place on earth. The kiss was all-consuming, stealing my breath and making me dizzy. Emily had a way of making me feel things no other woman had ever been able to.

Suddenly, Emily pulled away.

“Baby, where are you going?” I asked through labored breaths. I reached out to bring her back to me but the glint in her eyes and the way she bit her bottom lip told me she was up to no good. She grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed. It would have taken me less than a second to shake her off, but I didn’t, wanting to see where this was going.

My eyes closed the moment her lips slid down the column of my throat, the kisses stopping at the base, only to be replaced by a light sucking, making my dick twitch in need. Her warm, wet tongue continued its descent down the center of my chest, down to dip into my navel. A moan rose up from the back of my throat. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire with her simple touch.

When her lips left my body, I almost groaned in disappointment. Small fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, lowering them until my dick popped free, before her touch disappeared completely. I tried waiting patiently for it to return, keeping my eyes closed and trying to control my breathing, but it was impossible with the parts of my body that still tingled where her mouth had been.

Soft lips wrapped around the head of my cock and my eyes snapped open.

“Em, what are you doing?” I moaned as she took me deeper into her mouth.

With a half-hearted attempt I reached for her. Emily had done this before, but every time it felt better and better. It was incredible—unlike anything else. Nothing compared, except being buried inside her. I doubt there was a guy alive who didn’t love the feel of a warm mouth wrapped around them.

She brushed my hands away and kept sucking, taking time to suck just the head into her mouth. The move had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. At least until she moved all the way down my shaft and I gritted my teeth to keep from thrusting my hips up toward her sweet mouth. My brain was covered in a massive fog of desire. To stop my body from moving, I fisted my hands into the blankets next to me.

“Oh God, Emily, please don’t stop,” I panted, needing to feel her lips as they continued to take me in.

“Mmm,” she moaned around my cock, sending tingles from the tip all the way through my body.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, watching me as she moved her head up and down, sucking in every inch of me. The skin around my balls tightened. I knew I was close, but I didn’t want to finish with her mouth wrapped around me. I wanted to come when I was deep inside her.

She must have sensed what I was feeling because she chose that moment to pull back up, licking across my slit. It took everything I had not to thrust back up. Finally, her mouth pulled off with a pop. The banked fires in her eyes as she crawled back up my body had me grabbing her around the hips and flipping her to her back.

“Oh,” she yelped, as her back hit the mattress.

I took her mouth in a fierce kiss. “Now it’s my turn to play,” I growled.

A flush spread across her beautiful body. “The first thing we need to do,” I said, punctuating the words with kisses down her neck, “is to get rid of these panties.”

Tracing the line along the center of them, I could feel the wetness seeping through. Shit, I wanted a taste, but she deserved a little torture first. Carefully, I slid my fingers under the waistband and slipped her underwear down and off her legs, using my tongue to take in her glorious taste and slide it down into the valley of her gorgeous breasts. They were the perfect size to fit into my palm. Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling the silky smoothness beneath, I lightly grazed her clit before moving my hand up farther. I caressed her body until I reached her breast and lightly ran my thumb over the hardened little nub.

“Andrew,” she whispered, her breaths coming faster, her hips bucking beneath me, and I knew if I were inside her I’d feel her clenching around me, drawing my body even more tightly into hers.

With slow, soft movements, I continued to trace her nipple, at the same time lowering my head to her other breast. A quick flick of my tongue and she was clawing at the mattress.

“Andrew,
please
. . . touch me.”

Taking a deep cleansing breath, my mouth returned to ravish her breasts once more, trying to bring her to the peak of ecstasy before joining my body with hers.

“I need you to touch me,” she panted.

Her hands reached up to thread through my hair, holding my head to her breast. Knowing it was time to push her a little further, I slid my hand back down her body until my fingers found her clit, slick but unattended.

“You’re so wet,” I groaned into her body. “So hot . . . so sexy.”

Her hand gripped my head, pulling my lips back to hers. “I want you so badly.”

That’s when I slipped one finger into heaven, while still rubbing my thumb around her clit—brushing, never quite touching. Her head thrashed on the pillow.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

“I like that you said please,” I whispered, placing a brief kiss on her lips, slipping another finger inside, gliding back and forth. I finally moved my thumb to stroke her clit.

“Andrew,” she screamed, her body spasming beneath mine as the orgasm took her.

Before the pulses finished coursing through her I covered her body with mine, thrusting deep within her. Whether unconsciously or not, her hips moved up to meet my thrusts. She felt so tight. It was mind-blowing.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Bending down, I covered her lips with mine, moving in and out of her, my pace increasing with each thrust as our bodies moved in sync like a well-rehearsed dance, every moan, every whimper just sending me higher. Her hands cupped my ass, forcing me deeper into her. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body moved faster.