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“Thanks.” She stood there and stared at me for a long time, and I wanted so badly to know what the fuck was going on inside her pretty little head.
“Worried that your new life might not be everything you’re hoping?”
“Yes. No. It’ll be new and different, and I’m stronger than I was so it’ll be great even if it isn’t perfect.” She put the bottle to her lips and took a long pull.
“Perfect is overrated.” I stood and stared back at her. Less than a foot separated us, and I felt it the moment her breath quickened. Her pupils dilated and then she licked her lips.
“Is it? I wouldn’t know. The only perfect thing in my life is Ashlyn.”
“She is pretty perfect.” I took another step closer. “Life is beautiful in the imperfections. For example, I’m happy that I met you even if the circumstances are shitty.”
“Yeah. I’m happy… too.”
I believed her and when she licked her lips again, that nervous gesture did something to me that I couldn’t explain. The need, the compulsion to taste her lips was all consuming and I closed the gap between us, spearing one hand through her hair and cupping her head. “Emma.” I whispered her name once before I fixed my lips to hers. Her lips were soft and pillowy, pliant as I tasted them. Sweet with a slightly hoppy flavor from the beer.
She moaned and when her lips parted, my tongue slipped inside easily, hungry to taste the inside of her mouth. Emma was timid at first, but then her arms wrapped around me and her body arched into me. Electricity surged through my veins and my grip tightened in her hair. Her fingers found my hair and danced along the edges, the move so fucking familiar that I paused just for a moment.
It was enough for Emma to come to her senses and pull back. Her blue eyes searched my face for answers.
“This is completely up to you Emma. I want you and I can’t hide it,” I told her and pushed my hips forward, so she knew exactly what I meant. “And I think you want me too, but none of that is about you staying here. Tell me you don’t want this, and you’ll still be welcome here.”
“You mean that,” she asked breathlessly.
“I do. I mean I might be a little gruff from all the cold showers I’ll need now that I know how you taste, but yeah, I mean it.” My nostrils flared and I licked my lips.
Her gaze tracked the path of my tongue, and her breath stuttered out of her. “Okay. Good. I want this. I want you.” She lunged forward and attacked my mouth and when her tongue touched mine—again—I snapped.
Things quickly spiraled out of control. Her clothes went first and then mine until we stood in the middle of my kitchen surrounded by our clothes. “Fucking gorgeous,” I murmured and pulled her close. “Are you wet for me, Emma?” My hand slid down her body until I hit her center and curled my fingers until they slipped into the damp fire between her thighs. “So fucking wet.”
“Slate,” she moaned and pushed her hips forward. “Yes.”
She was wet and pulsing already and my cock jutted forward, eager to join in on the fun. “Tell me what you want Emma.”
“I want to come,” she answered easily, her hips rolled against my touch. “Please make me come.”
My thumb found her clit and I sank another finger into her wet pussy, thrusting and swirling until she came violently. Her body shook and her legs buckled. I scooped her up and onto the kitchen counter while she continued coming. “You’re fucking amazing when you come.”
“I’m not,” she shook her head, breaths shuttering out of her.
“You are,” I insisted. “I can’t wait to see how you look coming all over my cock.”
“Dirty,” she whispered as I smacked my hard cock against her clit. “Oh!”
I teased her with the blunt head of my cock, rubbing it through her moisture and teasing her opening. “You ready for me?”
“So ready,” she moaned and in that moment, I was transported to another night, six years ago. I’d asked another woman that same question and she’d answered it the same way.
In the same tone.
Shit.Something sparked in my brain, but Emma shifted the position of her hips and my cock sank deep. “Fuck,” I growled and kept going until I was buried balls deep while she pulsed around me, adjusting to my size.
“Slate.” She clamped hard around me, squeezing my cock deliciously.
“Emma.” I gripped her hips and pounded into her harder and harder, eager to feel what I knew was coming.
“Oh god, Slate. Yes. Oh yes!” Her hips moved faster, matching me stroke for stroke.
My balls pulled up tight and heat raced up my spine as my own orgasm worked its way to the surface. “So. Fucking. Good.”
