“Unbutton your pants for me, Emory.” Alex watched her fumble with the fastenings before the garment came loose.
She cried out when he slid his fingers out of her warm sheath. Snagging her cargos, he pulled them off with one insistent tug. With his beautiful lover naked from the waist down, Alex knew what he wanted next.
He picked her up until her knees hung over his shoulders and her feet dangled near his spine. Sliding his arms beneath her softly rounded ass, he spread her wide and buried his face in her pussy.
The scent of her was sweet and erotic. He nuzzled her short pubic hair and delved into her slit to find her center. Using the tip of his tongue, he spread the hood and drew the delicate nub between his lips.
“Alex, I don’t—don’t stop, please, God.” His name became a soft mantra on her lips.
Every instinct he possessed told him she was close. Tension knotted her muscles. Her pussy quivered beneath his mouth. With the flat of his tongue he lapped her tightly clenched entrance in a steady rhythm. She began to undulate beneath his touch. The feeling sent a shot of adrenaline down his spine. She grew softer, her body beginning to melt around him.
Elation left him light-headed. After everything, Emory was going to let go. He could feel it coming on.
Emory’s heart thundered in her chest until she thought she might explode with the effort of trying to breathe. Her body felt oddly liquid. Something hot and exquisite lanced through her belly and lodged in her womb. It was a giddy sensation, gooey and melted as if she would puddle right there in Alex’s bed.
She waited a moment longer. Alex’s clever tongue probed her intimately. Panic began to creep across the edges of her consciousness. What if she couldn’t do it?
Desperation seized her with iron fingers. “Fuck me, Alex. Don’t wait. I need your cock to push me over.”
He lowered her back to the bed. His belt jingled once and then the smooth head of his erection pushed into her slick opening. She gasped at the beautiful sensation of being penetrated in one long thrust. Joining with Alex was nothing less than perfection.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”
He backed out and slammed home again. She moaned as the brutal sensation traveled through her nerves. Her insides clenched around him until she felt as if her entire existence hung in the balance.
He was pounding her, fucking her with such force that his balls slapped her ass with each stroke. She felt him hit the sweet spot deep inside. Stars burst behind her closed eyelids and her body grew rigid.
“You’re clenching your teeth, love.” His fingers brushed her jaw, and she realized he’d stopped moving inside her.
“Don’t stop.” She refused to meet his gaze, convinced she was almost there.
He withdrew, making her gasp. “I’m not stopping. I’m taking a break.” She opened her eyes when he climbed onto the bed beside her. His shoes thumped to the floor and he squirmed out of his jeans. “That’s better.”
“I’m closer and closer every time.”
Alex yawned and pulled her into the curve of his body. “Then it’s going to happen.”
Relief leeched the tension from her body. “This is okay with you?” She craned her neck back to look into his face.
“I told you. I’m here for as long as you want me.” His blue gaze made her feel warm and cherished. “And at this point I’m hoping that’s a long, long time.”
“The foreseeable future,” she whispered.
He pulled a sheet over their sweat-slicked, half-naked bodies. “Then I have time to nap here in my bed with you.”
Alex groped for his phone in the jeans he’d tossed aside hours before. Fortunately they’d landed partially on the edge of the huge bed. Given a choice between answering Connor’s text and waking Emory, he’d have ignored Connor every time.
He blinked at the time in surprise. It was after midnight. Connor wanted to know if he was fine and if Emory was with him. Apparently her brother had been texting her and getting no response. Probably because she was dead to the world in Alex’s bed.
Emory shifted and sighed in her sleep. She’d curled up as close as she could get without climbing on top of him. Alex loved it. He’d happily spend every night of the rest of his life with her hogging the bed.
He gently threaded his fingers through her wild ponytail. Had he known subconsciously that first night that she would change his whole world? Was that why he’d been so eager to send her packing “for her own good”?
Weighing good and bad potential wasn’t something he excelled at. He’d spent his life living in the moment. The only thing Alex knew for certain was that Emory fit. She made him want things he’d never thought he would. He wanted to make love to the same woman over and over again. He wanted to help her keep the demons of her past at bay. He wanted to work through her darkness. He wanted forever. He wanted to be involved.