I blinked, surprised. “I thought they didn’t want me.”
“Louisa doesn’t trust you, but I do. I trust you, Brooks, and I want you. Please, come with me.” She stepped toward me.
“Why?” I asked her.
“Because. I don’t want to be without you.”
I stepped toward her, moving close. I took her by the hips and pulled her against me, her smell filling my mind, her body against mine. I put my lips against her ear.
“I want to hear you say it,” I whispered. “Say it, and I’ll go.”
“I love you,” she said softly. “I’m in love with you Brooks, and I can’t do this without you.”
“That wasn’t so hard. Was it?”
She looked like she wanted to say something else, but I pushed whatever it was back by kissing her hard. Our lips pressed together, and I felt my body react to her instantly, my cock growing hard, my heart hammering in my chest.
That was what I’d been wanting to hear. I knew it then in that moment. Everything had been leading to this moment. I’d been waiting for it ever since I first saw her, ever since we first started this whole insane trip together.
I wanted her to love me, because I’d already fallen deeply in love with her.
Slowly I broke the kiss off. “I love you too,” I said. “I’ll come with you.”
“Really?” she asked, breathless.
“I don’t trust Louisa, just like she doesn’t trust me. But I do trust you, and I’ll follow you. I’ll follow you anywhere, Emma.”
She threw herself at me again, kissing me hard, our lips pressed together. I loved her taste and the feeling of her body crushed against mine. This was all I needed, the cause I could believe in. I could kill for Louisa Barone if Emma wanted me to. I could kill for Emma anytime or anywhere.
She was the only person I’d ever kill for again, and I knew it.
I couldn’t help myself any longer. My hands began to roam her body, feeling her breasts and sliding down toward her pussy.
“Fuck, I want you,” I whispered.
“Don’t we have to run?” she answered as I slowly slipped my hand down her pants, sliding beneath her panties.
“We do,” I whispered, “but you don’t seem to care.” Her pussy was dripping wet as I began to rub her clit, not wasting any time, not able to hold back.
“Brooks,” she gasped. “I can’t help it.”
I rubbed her clit in soft circles, working her body as she moaned into my kiss. I couldn’t stop myself. I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I had to feel myself inside her again. I couldn’t wait a single second.
She laced her hands behind my neck, kissing me hard as I worked her clit. Our lives were in danger, but when were we ever safe? It didn’t matter. The only thing I cared about was Emma and her body.
I pulled my hand from her pants and then lifted her up, wrapping her legs around me. I carried her into the bedroom, not pausing to stop kissing her, before throwing her down onto the bed.
She laughed up at me as I hungrily began to undress her. I tore off her shirt and then ripped off her pants, tossing her clothes aside. She sat up and helped me toss my vest and my shirt aside, careful of the bandages. My wounds were healing well, but they were still sore. She unbuckled my belt and took my pants and my boxer briefs off.
I stood in front of her as she knelt on all fours on the bed. She took my cock between her lips slowly, sucking my tip, working my cock between her lips. I watched her body, her fucking incredible body, as she slowly sucked my length, working my thick cock.
I loved the feeling of her tongue against my hard dick as she slid me deep into her throat. She knew how to work me, what I liked. She sucked me like a starving women, working that cock. I pressed her head down farther, pushing my cock into her throat, grunting as desire filled my body.
I pulled her back and lifted her up onto her knees and then kissed her hard. My fingers roamed down between her legs and found her swollen, soaked clit as I began to work her again, working in slow circles. She moaned into my mouth again as I pressed my fingers deep inside her tight little pussy, fucking her like that.
She began to work my cock with her hands as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She used her spit to slide along my length, working me, making me grunt with pleasure. I fucking loved the way she felt working that cock, and the way she moaned only made my cock rock fucking hard.
I pushed her back and then grabbed a condom from the side table. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. I got onto the bed on top of her and kissed her, our bodies pressed together. I wanted to take all night, wanted to work her pussy until she was inches away, but we didn’t have time. I needed to fuck her, needed to fill her pussy up, but we couldn’t wait.