The Rise of Emery James (26 page)

She continues to let out soft moans as I move my lips across her skin and it ignites desire deep inside me. The kind that I've saved only for her. I slide my hands back down her body until they rest at the waistband of her shorts. My fingers release the button closure and I hear her soft gasp. I pause to see if she'll ask me to stop, but she only pushes against me and reaches her arm up and back so her fingers are twisting into my hair.

Green. Light.

Keeping one hand on her hip, holding her steady to me I slowly slide the other one into the opening of her shorts. I tease the lace panties beneath and feel her tug against hair. It makes me smile against the smooth skin of her long, delicious throat.

Finally, I let my fingers travel past the material and skim across her delicate areas. "You like this. You’ve missed the way this feels," I rasp into her ear. She squirms, her body begging me to stop with the feather like teasing and give her what she needs. I slip my finger past her folds and use her wetness to cover her clit as I move across it with steady strokes. I swear I can already feel her body begin to shiver, like a coil that is pulled too tight. She is a hair trigger waiting to be tripped.

I slide a finger inside her and begin to move it slowly. In. Out. My thumb rubbing her clit and bringing her to the brink of something she's gone way too long without.

"That's it, baby. Just let me take you where you need to go," I say as I slide a second digit into her wetness. She moves against me and I press into her from behind grinding my hard cock against her so she can feel what she's doing to me. "Do you feel that? Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't desirable. Don't let anyone ever make you feel less than perfect. Because you are fucking perfect. You are sexy as hell. You are everything, Emery. Everything." And she let's go. Just like that, she is falling apart around me, crying out and nearly collapsing to the floor. I grab her up and turn her around so that her back is against the counter and take a moment to admire the blush in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes. God, she's beautiful.

I should let her catch her breath, but the need to kiss her is so overwhelming that I can't deny it. I take her face in my hands and pull her to me, covering her lips with my own. She circles my neck with her arms and gives back exactly what I'm giving her. Our kiss deepens as we grip and pull at each other in an effort to close any distance between us.

I grab her waist, lifting her so that she's sitting on the counter. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in for another kiss. I can taste the tequila on her lips and it's the only thing reminding me why fucking her on the kitchen counter is a bad idea. But I want to. I want to more than I want anything else. But I know that tonight is about her. Her pleasure.

I break the kiss, but hold her gaze as slowly lift her shirt up and over her shoulders. Her chest rises and falls quick and shallow as she watches me. Tossing the shirt aside, I slide my hands up her back and release the clasp of her bra catching the lace as it falls, revealing her perfect breasts. I cover one with my mouth, flicking my tongue across her hardened nipple. Her head falls back and she lets out the softest of whimpers. I give her other breast the same attention before kissing my way down her stomach. She's tastes like sugar. How does her skin taste like sugar?

"Lie back." My voice is rough and thick in my throat. My entire body hums with desire and need, need to watch her fall apart again. The need to give her everything she’ll ever need. Once she is on her back I slide the tiny shorts over her hips and down her legs. Once they are gone I kiss my way back up her thighs and repeat the process with her sheer panties.

"Cole," she sighs, anticipating my next move.

"I'm right here, baby. Let me take care of you."

The moment my tongue touches her she moans. It's the sexiest damn sound in the world. My fingertip hold on her thighs tightens as the sound ignites pure fire in my veins. I take my time, teasing her with my tongue, flicking it against her sensitive bud and when she starts to move beneath me, seeking more I can't help but smile against her.

I've tasted Emery James before. These are not lines that have not been crossed, but somehow it is so much sweeter than any memory I have from our past. For me it feels like the first time, the first taste. It awakens a need in me that I'm not sure I'll ever satisfy. Not that I ever want to. I want to fall under her spell and live out the rest of my days there.

"Cole," she whimpers as I suck and lick every part of her.

"Feel it. Feel everything," I urge as I sink my teeth into her inner thigh. She moans louder her fingers tight in my hair, pulling me closer, her feet braced on my shoulders as if she may shoot off of the counter if I don't hold her down.

I slide one finger into her wet entrance, followed by a second, needing to see her teeter on the edge of pleasure once more. She's so close, I can feel her legs shake around me, feel her breaths as they come out in sharp, shallow staccato.

Part of me wants to keep her from falling over the edge so I can keep her just like this, wanting, needing, so lost to the world that she's only feeling this. But the need to see her come, to fall apart at my hands one more time is enough to push her over.

She screams out my name as her entire body quakes. It's so erotic that I feel like I might just come in my jeans from the sound. Shit, I wish I could just stand up and slide into her, bury myself so deep that I am lost in her.

Instead, I adjust myself painfully and kiss a path up her body until I pull her up and wrap my arms around her. She's shaking, but she looks completely relaxed. She buries her head into my neck and I kiss her shoulder, lightly drawing circles on her back with my fingertips while her breathing returns to normal.

If I said I wasn't worried about her reaction, I'd be lying. There is a big part of me that is afraid I went way over the line here. Still, I can't find it in me to regret it at all. Not when I know she needed it. She needed to feel the rush of pleasure, the desire, the need.

She pulls back and looks at me with sleepy, tipsy eyes. I hold my breath like I'm waiting on a verdict to be handed down. Not for the performance, but for my honor maybe. After all, I did promise her to be a gentleman.

"Thank you," she says simply cuing up my cocky grin.

"Anytime," I promise.

"I don't think I can walk," she admits with a giggle.

I laugh, "Grab on."

She smiles and wraps her legs tight around my waist and her arms around my neck. She's completely naked and the feel of her pressed against my cock has me trying to concentrate on anything else besides how good she feels.

"Ready?" I whisper against her ear. She shivers in my embrace and nods her head.

"I'm ready."

Carrying her, I kick the back door shut and lock the door and then turn off lights as I move through the house. When we make it up to her room. I move to set her down on her feet so that I can pull the covers back, but she clings to me like a monkey and grunts out a protest.

This girl will be the death of me.

"I'm trying to put you to bed," I grumble.

I feel her mouth kiss my Adam’s apple and the painful bulge in my pants strains against my zipper even more.

"Em," I warn.

"Stay here with me tonight, Cole," she says.

This time I do set her down, not that the little bit of distance helps me gather my thoughts, because she's still standing there completely bare and tempting in front of me.

I swallow hard and then turn away from her, moving to her dresser. I open the drawers and find a t-shirt and bring it back over. "Arms up," I say. She does as I say, but her eyes lock on mine and don't move. She barely blinks as she holds my gaze.

"Bed," I say, my voice coming out nearly pained. Restraint is hard after tequila.

"Cole," she says my name, still waiting for me to respond to her request.

"Just get into bed, Emery," I beg.

"I want you to stay here with me. You can't drive and I want you here," she says. Her eyes are so honest that I'm considering it even if it's the worst idea ever.

"I don't think it's a good idea, James," I argue.

"We'll just sleep," she says taking my hand and pulling me towards her. "Please. I need to feel close to you."

"Baby, do you know how hard it will be for me to be that close to you and not touch you? I'm already close to the edge from what happened downstairs."

She blushes remembering. "I know. But. . . I just. . .Can you just hold me? I don't want you to leave."

I can't say no to her. I refuse to leave her now and risk her feeling like what happened was wrong or cheap. I don't want her unfounded guilt to rear its ugly head. If she wants me to stay, then I'm going to stay.

"Okay," I agree. I kick off my shoes and then unbuckle my belt before sliding my jeans over my hips and kicking them to the side of the room. She watches me the entire time and I don't miss the way her tongue slides over her bottom lip as she does.

"Stop it," I warn with a laugh.

"Sorry," she giggles. She climbs into the bed and waits for me. I go ahead and take off my shirt, since I hate sleeping in one and then I climb into the other side bed taking a deep breath. There is no way laying in this bed with Emery in my arms is going to do anything to help calm the raging hard on I'm working with. There is no way I'm sleeping at all.

Once I lie back against the pillows she wastes no time snuggling in against me. And while I might be in desperate need of a cold shower I know there is nowhere else I'd rather be.

"Sleep well, beautiful girl," I say, kissing the top of her head.

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful," she says softly.

My heart lurches in my chest sending warmth all through my body.

I'm going to love this girl forever.

Emery

YOU KNOW THOSE TIMES
when you can feel yourself waking from a dream and it's so good that you just want to hold on to it for as long as you can? Even as it starts to fade into reality you fight to keep it in focus. You start to rationalize with your dream self, sometimes even begging to just give you a few more minutes, long enough to see how it ends. I felt it all starting to slip away, the peaceful feeling of being wrapped up warm in strong arms, the smell of Irish Spring soap mixed with something manly and unique to only one man. Cole Bennett.

I inhale deeply, just wanting to freeze this moment. One where everything I feel is good. But I'm awake enough to know that it will slip away soon. I can already feel the ache of my head as I start to recall the night before. A bottle of tequila and some sad country music probably wasn't the best way to celebrate my would-be anniversary. No, I'd been better off finding something to distract me, something to occupy my mind so that it didn't have the chance to wander down memory lane. Memory lane was riddled with dangerous potholes that I wasn't equipped to navigate. But sometimes you just torture yourself anyway.

As my mind plays back the night, the fuzziness begins to lift and my eyes open fully.

Cole.

It's only then that I hear the deep breathing from beside me. Only then that I feel the strong arms wrapped around my waist, the hard body pressed against my back. Flashes of him sitting with me on the deck turn into full detailed memories of the way he sent my world spiraling on the kitchen counter.

Holy shit.

My sleepy brain is now fully awake and alert and instantly chaotic.

What do I do now? What’s going to happen when he wakes up and we have to face each other. Will it be as awkward as I fear it will be? What does this mean for our relationship? Am I allowed to do it again?

Wait. No. Not the train of thought that I need to take right now.

I want to turn to look at him, but I’m still afraid of waking him up. I need to figure out what I'm going to say first. I could blame it all on a drunken mistake, but if I am being honest, I don't really feel any regret about it. A little guilt, but I don't think I'd take it back. What if he wants to take it back? What will I do with that?

"Are you freaking out?" a deep gravelly voice bellows from behind me. My body tenses knowing he is awake.

Times up.

"Hi," I manage, my voice sounding more like a squeak. It makes him laugh, a low chuckle that I can feel run through his body.

He pulls at my shoulder to get me to turn and face him. I do and am greeted with the face that makes my heart beat faster in my chest. He is adorable. His sleepy eyes fight to stay open and the scruff on his jaw begs me to run my fingers across it.

"Hi," he yawns.

I still have no idea what to say.

"So, are you freaking out?" he asks again.

I hate him.

"No," I say still trying to decide if I believe it.

"Good," he says. He holds my eyes it makes it hard to breathe.

"Maybe a little," I admit suddenly. This makes him smile as he rolls to his back and stares up at the ceiling. I can't help my gaze as it falls to his bare chest, appreciating the way the muscles of his arms stretch as he folds them behind his head.