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“Hey,” he whispered back around a smile. “Need you.”
“I’m right here. Needing you back.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground against him. “So fucking bad.”
“Yes,” he growled and pulled back to line our bodies up before he sank deep, so agonizingly slow that a lone tear escaped. “You feel so goddamn good, Emma. How the fuck did I go all this time without you?”
“All that matters is that I’m here now. We’re here together.” I clenched my walls around him because I loved it when his eyes rolled back like that. “Just like that.”
“Emma.” He kept his gaze fixed on me as he pulled out and pushed in again, deeper as he pressed a whisper-soft kiss to my forehead. His gaze was dark and intense as he pushed the damp hairs from my forehead and stared at me like I was something new, something he’d never seen or experienced before.
He thrust slowly and deep, as if to a rhythm only he heard. There was lust there, without a doubt the lust was white-hot, but it also felt like something more was there. Something stronger than lust, more visceral than desire. It was something I couldn’t define but I knew it was significant. I knew that whateverthiswas, it was it.
It was that thing you looked for your entire life but didn’t know what to do when you actually found it.
“Slate.” I moaned his name and arched into him, the slow slide of his cock in and out, every shift of his hips hit me at the perfect angle. Over and over he hit that spot until the dam broke and sent me flying headfirst into the most brilliant orgasm that lasted so long my muscles ached, but the way Slate pounded into me, harder and faster, kept me on that livewire of pleasure until I couldn’t stand it.
My body tensed and then relaxed, again and again as the aftershocks tore through me like bullets. The intensity of every orgasm, every aftershock, every ripple peeled another layer back until I was left completely exposed. Vulnerable and exposed.
Everything I felt for this man was on full display and while he stared back at me, I felt it too.
“Emma. Mine.” He pumped harder and deeper and then warmth spread throughout my body as his orgasm roared from his body to mine, extending my pleasure until I couldn’t take it anymore and my body went slack.
“Slate. Good god, that was, insane.” It was slow and hot and intense. It was exactly what lovemaking should always be. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he murmured and kissed my shoulder, small butterfly kisses that zipped through my body and made me shiver. “Thank you for being you. For taking care of our daughter. For being so fucking incredible.”
“Thank you for making me feel incredible.” I kissed him again, softly and slowly until he was hard again, and I was wet again, and we went at each other.
Again.
And again.
Chapter 34
Emma
Iwoke up the next morning feeling not just refreshed but happy. I felt as if I was a brand-new person. As if life was new or maybe it was me and this was my second chance at having the life I dreamed of. The charges against me were officially dropped—for now—so I felt as if I could breathe, at least a little. I knew it was nothing but a temporary reprieve. I knew Detective Massey wouldn’t give up easily, in fact he was probably more determined than ever to get me now that he’d been dressed down by the judge.
Instead of thinking about that, I snuggled in closer to Slate’s warm, hard body and pressed a kiss to his chest. His skin is hot from hours of sleep, soft skin covering a steely layer of muscle. Everything about him was addictive and the moment I put my lips on him, it’s as if I couldn’t get enough.
He woke up with a gravelly moan and pulled me close, pressing his lips against mine in a slow, sleepy kiss that quickly set my body on fire. “Mornin’.” His voice was deep, thick with sleep and his smile came sleepy and sexy.
“Good morning back.” I wrapped an arm around him while my free hand slid down the hard planes of his chest and abs. “Good sleep?”
He nodded. “Better to wake up with you in my arms.” How was it possible that a man so gruff and tough, a man who was part of the criminal underworld, could also be so heartfelt? So romantic?
“Slate,” I moaned and hitched a leg over his hip. We were both still naked from last night and the move pushed the thick swell of his cock against the plump folds of my pussy. “Please.”
His lips pulled into a tight smile as he lined our bodies up and he pushed his thick cock deep into my body. The move was slow and steady, teasing me until I couldn’t take it any longer. “Emma. You feel so good, baby.”
I smiled and my eyelids fluttered shut as he pulled out and pushed in deeper. Harder. It was a slow and intense fuck, totally unexpected as the sun lit up the bedroom around us. “So, so good.” My body felt like rainbows and fireworks were raging through my veins and all I could do was hold on and match him stroke for stroke.
He dipped his head to pull my bottom lip between his teeth, moaning as he buried himself deeper and deeper. His cock hardened and I felt it expand within my body, all the nerve endings inside of me buzzed with electricity. My heart expanded and goosebumps dotted over my flesh as pleasure bubbled up within me, so full and so fiery that I was sure it would tear me apart when it reached the surface.
“Slate!” The pleasure was all-consuming and as it reached its crest, my back arched, and my toes curled. My eyes slammed shut and when my mouth opened, the heartfelt declaration flew from them unexpectedly. “I love you, Slate.” The words should’ve frightened me, but they didn’t. Maybe it was because I was lost in the throes of erotic pleasure, the depths of carnal delights, but the only thing I focused on was the feel of his cock thrusting into me, the weight of his body as it pressed me against the mattress. The heat of his flesh against mine.
The wave of pleasure crashed down over me, knocked me around and I clung to him like he was my only lifeline. He pumped harder and deeper as he chased his pleasure. I met him pump for pump until he exploded within me, growling and panting with his own pleasure.
Tiny aftershocks rattled my body, and I held him close, pressing soft kisses to his neck and shoulder. Eventually the last remnants of my orgasm subsided, and I was left a limp and satisfied pile of limbs. “Slate,” I whispered and moved his hair from his face, giving me an unobstructed view of his handsome face.
