“Emmett, slow down. I’m getting blisters!”
He still didn’t answer me. Instead, he let go of my hand, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a key. I stood back, my entire body feeling jittery, and traced his movements with my eyes as he unlocked a door.
As soon as the door was opened, he pulled me inside and shut it with his foot. The sound caused me to jump, but Emmett was right there in front of me. The room was completely dark, and I had no idea where we were, but I didn’t care. We could be at the gates of hell, for all I knew. The only thing I could focus on was the way my blood was humming and how my heart was about to jump out of my chest.
The room smelled of him, like laundry and some type of cologne. I whispered, “Where are we?”
“My apartment,” he answered, taking another step toward me. My heart climbed up to my throat, cutting off all the words that were trying to escape my mouth. “We’re here to shut out the world, okay? No more talk about Derek. No more thinking about your parents or how you’re a disappointment. No more thinking about the future.” Emmett paused and leaned in a little further. I could almost feel his skin on mine. “Let’s just be in the now, Fallon. Okay? Let’s just feel what we want to feel. Let’s just do what we want to do.”
I gulped, feeling desire grip my entire body. I breathed against his lips, “Okay.”
His lips covered mine with an urgent push. Emmett spun me around, lips still intact, and pushed me up against a wall. His hand wove into my hair as he tipped my head back. He placed another breathtaking kiss to my lips, his tongue erasing every heavy thought in my head. My mouth parted as he backed away. He took his one hand and ran it along my cheekbone all the way over to my mouth. The pad of his thumb lingered on my bottom lip for too long, and it felt like my insides were melting. Every part of me was melting.
Emmett took his knee, very slowly and deliberately, and pushed it in between my legs, spreading them out farther and farther until I was all but resting on it. “I need you to be in the now with me, Fallon.” His hand trailed over my neck and collarbone. My exposed skin broke out in goosebumps, and heat began to spread everywhere. I felt dangerously sensual around him. He made me feel like I was his, and I wanted to prove it to him.
“Do you hear me?” he asked, whispering into my ear.
I couldn’t even speak. I was almost afraid of what would come out of my mouth.
He paused his hand just over my breast. Both of my nipples hardened, and I wanted his hands on my body so badly that it physically ached.
“Answer me, Fallon. I need you to know that, for tonight, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
My mouth opened and I breathed out, “I hear you.”
His head slowly moved up to mine, the town lights outside the window showing just a small glimpse of his face. His eyes were dark and intense. His jaw was set in a firm line. And, my God, I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. “Do you understand that you’re perfect the way you are?” Emmett started, his voice gravelly. “Do you believe that?”
I wanted to answer him. I wanted to tell him I believed what he was saying to me, but the truth was… I didn’t. My family tried to change me every chance they got. I put on a charade in front of my mother, dressed appropriately, and acted as if I were the Fallon Addington I was meant to be, but it was all for show. I did it to please them so they’d be happy with me. I wasn’t perfect, and they made that very clear.
“Do you believe it?” Emmett leaned in closer to my ear, his breath feeling like a whisper in the wind. It drove me absolutely mad with need. It was like he was teasing me, creating this gigantic buildup that wasn’t needed. I was already wound so tight I thought I might combust.
“You make me believe it,” I answered him breathlessly, hoping it was that little push he needed to continue on with what we were doing.
He pulled back, his eyes captivating me, and said, “Good.”
The next thing I felt was the roughness of his ha
nds ripping away at my clothes. He tore my shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor. Next came my tank top and the unbuttoning of my jeans. I had never felt so out of control in my life. In between him ripping away my clothes, I did the same to him. I smashed my lips on his, kissing the very life out of him while I undid his jeans. They fell to the floor, and he kicked them away, along with his shoes. I pulled my mouth away from his, my lips already feeling swollen, and pulled his t-shirt up far enough that he could pull it over his head. I got a tiny look at the ink covering his chest, but he didn’t give me much time to gaze. Instead, he rushed at my body again, fiddling with the denim covering my hips. He shoved my jeans down and over my butt, hurriedly pulling them off my legs.
We were both near naked. Me in my bra and underwear, him in only a tight pair of dark boxer briefs. Emmett picked me up and carried me a few feet, his strong hands digging into the flesh on my ass as he laid me down on a soft surface. It was hard but plush, and I assumed it was a rug of some sort.
Emmett took no time in waiting. He pulled the straps of my bra down, and I arched my back up slightly, allowing him to unhook the back. My breasts felt heavy and tight, like I needed some type of release to make the pain go away.
I whimpered when his warm mouth landed on my nipple. I felt tingles all the way down to my middle, heat spreading throughout.
Emmett’s mouth left my breast, and he pulled back to stare down at me. “I wanted this to go slow, but I just can’t wait anymore, Fallon.”
I nodded my head feverishly, my eyes wide. I spread my legs out far, indicating that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.
This was the best sex I’d ever had, and we weren’t even doing it yet.
Emmett quickly crawled over to his jeans and snagged them up, pulling out his wallet. I heard the foil of the condom wrapper, and he was over to me in less than five seconds. He pulled my panties down quickly and threw them over his shoulder. He was on top of me, the tip of his dick already trying to make itself at home inside of me. Emmett’s mouth descended upon mine, and I could feel—just by the way he kissed me—how badly he wanted me, too.
My orgasm already started before he was even fully inside of me. His sturdy hands were all over my body, one underneath my torso, the other squeezing my nipple. I met him halfway, pushing my body down to meet his. He was fully inside of me, and my legs started to quake. His hand left my nipple, and I almost whimpered, but then he put it between my legs and traced lazy circles over my most sensitive spot.
I gasped and threw my head back, angling my body up to his, eager to feel myself let loose.
A throaty moan fell out of my mouth, and his forehead fell to mine. His body worked itself in and out of me, tiny sweat beads forming on his back. He pushed one of my legs down farther, his palm gripping my groin, and with the angle he was pushing inside of me, I could feel myself start to explode. A moan fell out of my mouth, and lights flickered behind my eyes. I couldn’t feel anything but the strong pleasure of him inside of me. I couldn’t focus on anything else in my life at the moment other than the way my toes were tingling and how my body was completely and utterly satiated.