Razorblade Kisses(87)

Dropping her hand, she turned to face him. “I believe in myself. I believe in Rachel. I believe that if there is a God, I don’t know how he could allow things to happen that happen on this earth. I walk amongst evil every day and I believe that the monsters sometimes win.”

His eyes showed his concern for her. “What happened to you?” he asked softly, his voice full of gravel and apprehension.

She shook her head and let him pull her in for a hug, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“After both of my parents died, I had a hard time believing that God would let this happen to them and to me, but after a while I needed to believe in something, Emma. You have to have faith in something.”

They stayed that way, with his chin on her head, until the sun dropped into the ocean and Emery’s breath slowed. Then they walked along the shoreline hand in hand, not speaking. Tim stopped walking and pulled out his phone; pretty soon music started filtering through the quiet night.

“Dance with me,” he insisted.

She melted into his body and they swayed to the low beat of the music, so close she could feel his heartbeat. Her hair blew in the wind and a chill settled over her body.

“You intrigue me, Emma Simpson,” Tim commented just above the sound of the crashing waves. His hands rubbed up and down her back, dipping to her ass and gripping it lightly. “It’s like I have a need that I can’t fully satisfy when you’re around unless I’m touching you, inside you. You and your secrets and light and contradictions.”

She stepped back to respond, but he took her mouth with his. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but one filled with hunger, one that she mirrored. He tore his mouth from hers and she wanted more, but he gazed into her eyes and then rubbed his thumbs over her bottom lip. One hand dropped to rub her breast, her body responding instantly, the buzzing morphing into a full on roar.

“You and your no panties and kisses that set my soul on fire…” His hand drifted from her breast down under her dress.

She was panting, her chest heaving. “Tim,” she barely moaned as her head fell back in bliss. He lifted her easily in his arms and kissed her. Her hands threaded through his hair and the world fell away.

Emery felt the sand on her back as he laid her down. As he sat back on his knees, she heard the condom package tear. The stars in the sky sparkled, winking at her.

She felt his weight on her.

She felt his breath on her ear and he whispered, “I want to be inside you.”

She felt the breeze as he lifted her dress to her hips.

She felt her nipples getting so hard the fabric of her bra caused pain.

She felt full.

She felt everything.





CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Promises, Promises



The light streaming into the window woke her up and she smiled as she reached across the bed and ran her hand over Tim’s back, then ass. He hadn’t been off in a while, but had come to her house at midnight last night, right after his shift, and they’d had sex immediately, her sitting on the counter. It was a first for her and she smiled at the memory of his eyes pinned to hers while he was inside of her.

Tim stirred at her touch and pulled her into his arms. “I really like waking up with you touching me. You can be my alarm clock every day.” He kissed her shoulder without even opening his eyes.

“I’m glad you came over last night.” A blush crept over her cheeks and down her neck.

“Me too. You are such an animal.” He laughed, but still his eyes never opened. He rolled over and pulled her into his chest, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

She kissed his neck, chest, and abdomen. Then lifted the covers and moved down his body. She looked up from where she was under the covers and smiled at him. He’d finally opened his eyes.

After a little morning roll in the hay, Emery got up and made coffee. Hers was full of cream and sugar and she’d let him fix his own. He was still lying in bed.

“Hey, come in here for a second,” he called from her bedroom.

She leaned against the doorframe with her mug, her left foot coming up to rest on the inside of her right knee.

“You look really young when you wake up in the morning.”

Panic flashed through her body and her eyes widened at his statement.

“Young and hot.” Tim laughed, sitting up in the bed. The sheet fell off his body, letting her see all of him. “Keep your eyes up here, please.”

She giggled. “It’s really hard.”

Then it was hard…

“Ugh…up here.” He waved his hand in front of his dick and then pointed to his eyes. “Some young girl got attacked last night. Do you know self-defense? Do you own a gun?”

“No, Dad,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her lips.