Phoenix Burning(38)
She spread her legs until he was nestled against her pelvic bone. His shaft thickened, anticipating their joining. Alex didn’t want to wait. He needed to feel her then and there.
Bracing his weight on his hands, he slid the head of his erection into her slit. The head nudged her entrance. Emory’s eyes widened even as she spread her legs to give him better access to her body.
“I’m going to take you right now. I need to be inside you, Emory.” His voice was ragged to his own ears.
“I’m yours, Alex.”
Her words fanned the flames until he was burning with desire. Alex thrust into her body in one stroke. Her slick folds parted, caressing his length as he sank balls deep in her pussy.
Always before he had gone slow, eased into her, measured his thrusts. This wasn’t the time for slow. It was raw and real and passionate. He pounded her pussy in short, rhythmic thrusts that filled the room with the sound of their bodies slapping together. The scent of sex permeated everything, and her juices left a slick trail on their skin.
Heat pooled at the base of Alex’s spine. His climax snaked through his limbs like an inevitable storm. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. She stared up into his face, her mouth open with the sounds of her pleasure.
He came like a freight train. Blood rushed in his veins and pounded in his ears. His dick throbbed as though it would pour his very life into her. His testicles clenched tightly against his body and then released as his orgasm played out in a flow of warm ejaculate.
A sense of weakness stole over him as he started to come down from his erotic high. Their sweat-slicked bodies began to cool in the room’s evening air. Not wanting to crush her, Alex rolled to his side. His cock slid from her pussy and she shivered.
“Being with you challenges my self-control, love.” He brushed noses with her.
“It might seem stupid, but I like that it does. It makes me feel powerful.”
“You are powerful.” Alex wondered if she could possibly imagine how true that was.
She yawned. “We still need to figure out what to do about MacIntyre.”
“That one is going to take some thought. We’ll talk it over with Connor in the morning.”
The silence was comfortable. Alex watched the light recede, stretching into shadows on her walls until the streetlights cast their orange glow into the room. She’d dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
He’d never spent the night with a woman before. An hour, an afternoon, an evening—all slices of time that kept his liaisons casual. Emory was different. And spending the night with her wasn’t a choice. It was the inevitable conclusion.
Chapter Twelve
Emory hummed softly as she arranged greenery around the daisies and yellow lilies before her. She clipped a length of ribbon and tied it around the wide neck of the vase before deftly twisting the long ends into an elaborate bow.
The sight of the yellow ribbon reminded Emory of her mother. It had been Liza Banks who had taught her daughter about green growing things, cut flowers, and bows. In the quiet before her father came home from doing what he’d always referred to as “God’s Work,” there had been brief periods of quiet beauty. The words of her mother’s song slipped through Emory’s mind.
O Mother, dear Mother, we once't were yours
All alone and lone
You neither gave us course nor fine
You killed and buried us under a stone
An' prayed to th’ Lord, it would never be known
All down by th’ greenwood side
For seven long years, you shall hear a bell
All alone and lone
And at the end of seven years, you shall land in hell
All down by th’ greenwood side
“I’m not usually the one who wakes up alone.” Alex’s voice drifted down the hallway seconds before he emerged from the shadows.
Emory looked up and offered him a smile. A day’s growth of gold stubble on his cheeks made Alex even more mouthwateringly sexy. “I needed to finish up a few arrangements before I open this morning since I was otherwise occupied Sunday evening.”
He took the extra stool and eyed the yellow-and-white arrangement. “I’ve ordered my fair share of these things over the years, but I’ve never actually watched one being made.”
“Do you even go into a store and pick one out, or do you just make a phone call?” Odd, but the reference to his past relationships didn’t bother her at all. Something deep inside told her that what she and Alex had together existed outside the boundaries of his normal relationships. It didn’t mean she wasn’t apprehensive about their future and what it would bring, but being jealous of the women in his past seemed silly. She was glad he was experienced, because she was most decidedly not.