Stolen Course(39)

For just a moment, I hold her close, forgetting all plans but rather just embracing this moment, making love to her with my mouth. I want this with Emma so God damn badly. I have no idea what this is, but I know for certain that it’s real. That’s a feeling I’m not used to these days. I’ve had sex with more woman since Manda than I ever did before her. But Emma isn’t a score or an empty orgasm. She is so. Much. More.

I’m nowhere near ready to use L-word. I mean, who the hell knows what page Emma is on right now? What I do know is that I’m addicted. And she is the absolute best kind of addiction. Emma is life.

My hand dives between her thighs and I roughly push two fingers inside her.

“Oh God!” she screams, lying back across the seat, exposing herself completely

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy tonight. This”—I curl my fingers inside her—“is mine.” She lifts her hips into my hand with a moan. “We are officially together. I don’t care about the rest of this bullshit we have going on. We’re going to figure this out one way or another. No one comes near this but me. Yeah?”

She moves her bare foot to rub over my rock-hard cock, which is currently straining desperately against my zipper. “Does that make this mine?”

“Exclusively,” I say with another finger curl that has her sitting straight up. “Say you got it, Emmy. We make this work and this is mine.”

“I got it,” she says on a moan.

“No, say all of it.”

“We’ll make this work,” she whispers.

“And?”

“And this is mine.” She makes another swipe over my hard-on that makes me groan.

“Emmy,” I warn.

I rub my thumb over her clit. Lying back down, she begins furiously rolling her hips into my hand. She could care less that we are in middle of a parking lot. Emma is a sexual beast. I’ve been with her exactly once, but I could have told you that from our first night on the phone. She’s not timid or shy. She bares it all in every aspect—especially in bed.

I tear my eyes away from her writhing body long enough to make sure no one can see what’s going on. I may have talked a big game inside, but I need to get her home. And I was wrong before. There is no way I can concentrate enough to drive while she’s riding my fingers.

“Okay, sweetheart. We need to go so I can fuck all those little jokes out of you. I promise, you’re going to be screaming that this cunt is mine by the end of tonight.”

I quickly twist my fingers inside her. I lick the thumb on my free hand then use it to make fast circles over her clit. She claws at the door above her head as I pump into her. Her muscles begin to clench as her orgasm draws near. With one last twist of my wrist, she explodes around me.

“Caleb!” she shouts, and it echoes off the windows.

“Jesus Christ.” I remove my hand. I would love to enjoy the moment of watching her come down, but even as it stands, there is no way I’ll get her home quick enough.

With the turn of a key, my truck roars to life and I carefully speed out of the parking lot. Emma doesn’t bother to put her pants back on, but she does turn and crawl over, resting her head in my lap. She doesn’t even reach for my zipper, but it all feels so fucking right. The warmth runs through my chest, and this moment of closeness fucks even further with my head.

I don’t know the what, when, where, or why about my life, but as I stroke her hair on the way home, I suddenly know the who.

“Thanks for talking to Brett today.” She sits up and curls under my arm as I drive.

“He’s my family too. I treat him like a dick a lot, but I never let it linger long. I swear I’ve apologized to Brett more than any woman in my life,” I joke, and thankfully she laughs along with me. I was worried that this would be yet another sore subject—one I can’t afford to have between us.

“How’d you know where I’d be tonight?” She snuggles in close and finally drops a hand over my zipper. Thank Christ.

“You said you were going out with Jesse. That woman is a creature of habit. I would have been there earlier, but Brett gave me the what for.”

“Mmm, good. After this morning, you deserved hell.” She begins licking her way up my neck.

At the very first stoplight, I grab her head and crash my mouth into hers. Palming her bare ass, I—

Beep

The wussy horn of a Prius sounds behind us, snatching me back down from my Erickson intoxication.

“Home,” I mutter to myself as Emma begins to giggle beside me. “Laugh it up now. You only have about two more minutes before this is mine,” I say, darting a quick finger inside her. She sucks in a breath, but I don’t take my eyes off the road as I bring my hand to my mouth.