Page 60 of Only for Love
Our tongues lash together, and I kiss her deep. Emma claws my back. My fingers trace up her side to massage her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the lace. With a slide of my hand, I remove her bra and dip my mouth. The harder I suck, the louder she gets and the more she thrashes.
“God, Gray.” There’s a desperate need in her voice that I feel too.
Enough permission granted to push forward, I tug down her pants. “How are you even prettier than before?”
“That’s a good line.”
“No, baby.” My hands tease over her hips to skim the silk of her panties. “Do you think after everything I’ve said, I’d drop some line that wasn’t true?”
“I… don’t know.”
My hand cups between her legs, and she groans.
“God, I can’t think.” She’s breathy and drags out her words.
I slip my fingers alongside the fabric. She’s wet, and I’m deliriously hard. I swear I’m going to rip the silk off and sink into her. She’s ready enough I could. My finger slides against her, and she meets my touch, rolling her hips and rubbing hard as she watches me.
We’re side by side on her couch without much room for our tangled bodies. “Good?”
“Like that.” Her gasps stutter as I slide a finger into her slick tightness. “Oh. More.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I growl and give her what she wants.
Time apart has given her confidence, hunger, knowledge of what she wants and how she’s going to get it, knocking her sexiness level to stratospheric.
Her mouth is open, eyes closed. I give her two fingers. Her muscles clench on me. She’s moaning, building, and crying for more. “Grayson.”
“Come, Ems. Come for me so I can fuck you, love you.”
She nods nonstop, hair wild. Emma moans, arching her back and grinding her clit against my palm. I work her, do her, let her ride to what she needs.
“God, Gray. God!”
Detonation. With eyes squeezed shut, she comes hard, as if she’s needed me to really let go.
Still spasming, her face goes lax as her orgasm lulls. My body hums while she slows.
Beautiful brown eyes blink open. “Every inch of me belongs to you. Always has.”
Slowly, I take my hand from between her legs. She’s perfect. Naked breasts and amazing body. I kiss her shoulder, her neck. She smells like… mine. To taste and touch and fuck and love. Emma Kingsley is all mine.
“Grayson… there’s…” She looks at the wall. “There’s been no one… but you.”
I freeze. “No one?” She cringes. What I said, how I said it, it came out wrong. But three years… my forehead pinches. “Emma.”
I’ve got nothing else to say, but masculine pride fills me in a way I can’t express. I owned her virginity, but still it’s just me.
She stares over my shoulder. “You think I’m pathetic, but… it’s not like that.”
I cup her chin, bring her focus back to me, and shake my head. “I don’t. I’ve never been more—” I don’t have words. Territorial testosterone is about to make me punch-drunk. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s fuckin’ amazing.”
“Promise?”
A dark possessiveness flashes through me. I can’t stay off her. My hands cover her stomach, her breasts, her sides… I reach for her legs to spread her thighs. I want to taste her, feel her. I want my dick inside this woman who’s only ever had me. I can’t breathe for how greedy for her I am right now.
“Grayson, wait.”
Whatever she has to explain can be left for later. I need to feel her come on my cock, harder and stronger than she did on my hand. “You need me like I need you?”
