“Mmm-hmm,” he said, twisting a length of her hair around his fingers. “Never could have imagined just how talented you were with that mouth.”
“I’m a woman of many surprises.”
He smiled. “Yes, you are.”
She yawned.
“You’re not planning on sleeping tonight, are you?”
She popped up. “Why? You have something better we can do?”
“Give me ten more minutes and I’ll show you,” he teased, dropping a kiss on her stubborn chin. Funny how he’d never noticed that before. Such a thrill to learn the reticent Emma was a freakin’ wildcat in the sack.
She lifted herself and kissed him. “Only ten minutes?”
“What can I say? You make me feel like a teenager. Short recovery time.”
“This is crazy, but I’m so glad it happened. I’ve wanted you only forever.”
Erik’s heart leaped. Which was weird. This wasn’t about anything other than one night of crazy sex, right? Still, he kept getting these feelings about Emma. She was so familiar, yet a mystery to him. Gorgeous, smart and sexy, Emma was nearly the perfect woman. She didn’t fill silence with noise and she was patient. Still, she didn’t let anything stand in her way. He had such admiration for her and at the same time he wanted to consume her. “Have you?”
“Ever since I saw you making out with Whitney in the swimming pool.”
“Whitney?”
“Kellogg. She was the head cheerleader. Sort of easy.”
“Oh, yeah. Had a big set of jugs?”
“That would be the one.”
“You saw me and her making out?”
Emma nodded. “Up until that point, I had always thought you were cute. You know, in that benign way teen girls do. But then I watched you in the pool. Oh, I’m not a pervert. I didn’t stay long, but I saw enough to make me feel different about you. I wanted your mouth on me, your hands untying my bikini top. It was like a hunger awoke, and I guess it never really faded.”
“Wow,” he breathed, stroking her face, running a finger over her bottom lip. “I never knew.”
“I’m not like Alexis. I don’t usually reveal my feelings. I can’t believe I’m being this honest with you now. I guess things just feel different.”
“I’m so glad you are. This is so strange, but so wonderful. And we’re not finished, sweet Emma. There’s so much more I want to do to you. I feel spellbound, like I’m not even me. But then I am, and I want you with everything I am.”
7
HIS WORDS MADE her heart ache.
I want you with everything I am.
It was the sort of thing every girl wanted to hear from the guy she’d worshipped for years. Oh, sure, she’d had boyfriends and hoped for love with them. Erik seemed unattainable, totally off her radar. Until two days ago.
Then he was on it.
Very much on it.
“Should I fetch the box of Magnums?”
He smiled, pulling her down for another kiss. “I think I’m ready,” he murmured against her lips.
“Let’s see,” she said, sliding her hand down to clasp his stirring cock. “Not quite, but I can do something about that.”
“Oh no. You nearly killed me a few minutes ago.” He curved an arm around her, pulling her to him, capturing her mouth in a sweet kiss that literally curled her toes that were still in the fluffy polka-dot socks. He pulled her hand from his crotch. “Let’s take this one slow, baby.”
Erik rolled her over onto her back, tugging her hip so she slid beneath him. Propped on one elbow, he proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. By the time he’d finished and moved to the sensitive shell of her ear, her pulse galloped and a new achiness had awoken in her pelvis.
She stroked his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his smooth, strong arms, as she allowed her nails to trail back and forth across the span of flesh. Goose bumps emerged and he moaned with pleasure. Against her leg, his erection grew harder, making sweet heat pool in her belly.
Moving down to her breasts, he lazily loved her, pausing to kiss, suckle and tease.
Finally he lifted himself, shifting over to drag the trunk toward the bed. Cool air rushed in between them, but seconds later, he was back, covering her, warming her. In his hand he held a condom package.
She took it from him and he kissed her once again, his hands stroking the length of her body, pausing to roll a nipple or tease her belly button. Pulling back from him, she used her teeth to rip the package, withdrawing the circular condom. “I can put this on with my mouth,” she teased.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “I think you better use your hand if you want this to last.”
Giving him a mischievous smile, she placed the condom on the head of his cock and slowly rolled it down his length. He was the perfect size for her. Big and thick, but not porno monstrous. She loved the feel of him in her hand, even with the condom on.
Erik pushed her back and settled himself between her legs, sliding himself back and forth in the slickness of her body. His lips caught hers again and he whispered, “I could fall in love with a woman like you.”
He lifted her thighs and tilted his hips before sliding inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh,” she breathed as he filled her. It wasn’t just the physical act of taking her, but the words. Again, his honeyed words wrapped round her, sweet nothings whispered in the act of passion. But somehow they seemed to be more. She wanted them to be. She needed them to fill the small box of hope inside her heart.
He began to move, eyes closed.
The sensation was so good, she closed hers, too. She lost herself in the moment, his hands clasping her hips, his breathing ragged in her ear as he dropped tiny kisses sporadically on the shoulder that had slipped out of the pajama top. Emma lifted her knees, hugging his lean hips, and rode with him toward that beautiful pinnacle.
“So...so...” he panted, kissing her jaw before capturing her lips again. “So good.”
He increased the tempo and she lifted her bottom so he touched that spot. Inside, she felt the tension build, gathering deep in her pelvis. She surrendered to it, letting it rip through her, washing over her with tingling warmth.
Seconds later, Eric joined her, his guttural cry in her ear as he pumped into her.
Finally, he collapsed atop her, breathing hard, kissing her shoulder, whispering things about how good she was, how tight, how perfect, how sexy. Emma wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her.
Their hearts beat together as time slowed and the chill around them permeated.
Erik lifted his head and studied her.
“What?” she asked after several seconds.
“I’m amazed by this. Sounds silly but I never planned on feeling so...so...right with you.”
“Why not? Because of Alexis?”
Erik swallowed. “Maybe. I don’t know. I guess I just never imagined that you were a possibility. I always liked you, but never allowed myself to see you as anything other than what you were to me—a cute friend of my sister’s. But you’re so much more and it’s like stumbling over a winning lottery ticket. Where there once was not much, now there is such possibility.”
Emma watched him, wondering what he meant.
She’d said this was supposed to be a one-night thing, a crazy act they’d never discuss again, but maybe he saw there could be something more. She wanted that. Oh, how she wanted that, but she didn’t want to be that kind of girl. The kind that said one thing to get what she wanted but changed the game to suit herself later. She’d never press him for any kind of relationship if he saw this only as a hookup.
Erik withdrew from her, reaching down to deal with the spent condom. This time he was the one padding to the bathroom. Seconds later, he returned, handing her a length of t
he precious toilet paper so she could do cleanup. Afterward, Erik tugged on his socks and T-shirt, handed her the pajama bottoms and pulled her to him. Flipping the blankets back atop them, he sank into the lumpy mattress, settling her beside him.
After a few minutes of contemplating the darkness, Emma asked, “What did you mean by all that?”
“Hmm?”
“That there is ‘possibility’?”
“Oh, well...” He hesitated as if he wasn’t even sure what he’d meant. “I know we kinda agreed that this would be a one-time thing, but...”
“You want more?” She took the hope out of her voice. She didn’t want to sway him, didn’t want him to know how much she wanted him to say yes.
“I don’t know, Em,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I think right now we should enjoy what we have. We can talk about how this will shake out later.”
In the light of day.
She knew how that worked. In the intimate darkness of the now-not-so-cozy cabin, what they had was one thing. Come morning, with the bright light creeping in between the gingham curtains and the nearly empty bottle of tequila staring them in the face, it would be quite another. Neither would have to take a walk of shame, but no doubt he’d regret doing his little sister’s BFF.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he said, kissing her softly.
His words had the intended effect and she closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into his side. Her thoughts were a tangle of possibility, hope, embarrassment, but no shame. She wouldn’t change the amazing night she’d had with Erik. Even if the morning brought a painful resolution.
Softly, fatigue crept on her and with the warmth of the man next to her, she began to fall into sleep.
The last thought she had before she checked out was that she didn’t think she’d ever come so many times in one night.
* * *
ERIK WOKE BEFORE Emma to weak light streaming through the crack of the curtains. The cabin still looked shrouded in darkness and part of him longed to burrow under the covers with Emma, shutting out the world.
But the cabin was ice cold.
Carefully he slipped from beneath her arm and slid out of bed, grabbing the jeans he’d discarded the night before. Quick as a cat, he used the john, brushed his teeth with the extra toothbrush and built a fire, wishing like hell they had some coffee. He puffed into his hands while he waited for the fire to catch and once it had, he hotfooted it back to the bed, shucked off his jeans and climbed in next to Emma.
“Oh,” she said when he wrapped his arm around her. “You’re so cold.”
“Had to start a fire. It’s freezing in here, but you’re warm as toast, babe,” he said, bundling her into his arms.
“Ah, you feel like ice,” she squealed, pushing him away.
“Come on, I need your warmth,” he said, hauling her against him.
This time she didn’t struggle. Instead, she rubbed her hands up and down his arm, trying to warm him. Generous Emma. His heart beat harder in his chest as he thought about her last night.
She’d been spectacular.
He’d been with a lot of women. He wasn’t a man whore, but he rarely turned down the company of a beautiful, willing lady. And he couldn’t remember ever being so blown away. The sex had been hot as hell. But not only that, they’d had fun together, putting together a puzzle, shooting tequila and teasing one another. Thing was, he genuinely liked being with her, which surprised him. He thought he’d had her pegged as an uppity intellectual, but Emma had an earthy charm, a whimsical sense of humor and a giving nature. She was a dream package of a woman.
“Warmer now?” she asked.
He gathered her in tight to him, resting his chin atop her head. “Perfect.”
“I wish I had a cup of coffee.” She sighed against his chest.
He laughed. Great minds do think alike. “Can I interest you in half a glass of wine or tequila?”
“Ugh,” she groaned.
“Oh, come on. You know what they say about tequila.”
“It makes your panties drop?”
“Oh, is that what it is?” he joked, twisting a finger in her hair. “I thought it was something about not remembering things.”
“Is that what you wish? Not to remember?” Her voice had grown serious and his remark from last night came back to peck at him. He hadn’t meant to suggest they had to follow up their night of kick-ass sex with something more. Hadn’t she been the one to suggest that it could be like one of those bizarre encounters both parties blame on the liquor and loneliness? He didn’t want to change the rules when she’d been so careful to brand it as a onetime thing.
“No. I will always cherish getting stranded with you in this cabin. And so you know, we’re still stranded, so how about—” he slid his hand up her thigh, relishing her flesh even through the soft flannel “—we not waste this fabulous lumpy bed with the broken springs?”
He lowered his head to kiss her.
But her hand stopped him. “I want to brush my teeth first.”
“Don’t worry. A little morning breath won’t hinder me.”
“Nope. You brushed yours. Besides, I can still taste the booze.” She sat up and gave a little shiver. “Be right back.”
Erik flopped back, smiling as he watched her run to the small bathroom off the main room, teeth chattering. He liked her pluck...and that she was thoughtful about hygiene. It took him back to last night and her hopping from the bed after giving him the most excruciatingly wonderful pleasure with her pretty mouth.
In less than a minute she ran back, jumping into bed, her body shaking. “Holy Moses, it’s so cold.”
“The fire will get us warm...but first let’s make our own heat.”
Emma giggled.
“What? Too cheesy?”
“Yeah, but I like cheesy sometimes. Come on, big boy. Come light my fire.” She curved a hand around his neck and tugged him to her.
“Isn’t that a song?” he murmured, dropping kisses on lips that tasted of toothpaste.
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, opening her mouth to him. He started unbuttoning her pajama top, dying to see her breasts in the faint light of day. In the flickering light of the dying fire, they’d been so perfect, but he needed to see the pink-tipped breasts, taste them once again.
When he reached the last button, he broke the kiss, pulling the covers back so he could see her. It had grown lighter in the past half hour and now the darkness had been replaced by the grayness of dawn.
He had been right. Her breasts were perfect, gently sloped, fuller on bottom than top, the nipples a dusky pink. They were hard for him, begging him to taste them.
So he obliged, softly kissing the one closest to him, sucking her into his mouth.
Emma hissed, her head falling back on the pillow. “Oh, Erik. That’s so nice.”
“Is it, baby?” he said, turning his attention to the other breast, pressing her back onto the bed.
Emma nodded, her eyes closing as he worshipped the beauty before him. He traced a finger down her belly, which was flat and much smaller at the waist than he remembered. Slowly he slipped a hand into her pajama pants, burrowing beneath her panties to cup her sex. She was slick and ready for him.
He allowed his middle finger to slip inside to the sweet dampness and, finding her clit, he began to make tiny circles.
“Oh,” she said, arching her back before thrusting her hips upward.
“Easy, babe,” he said, allowing her nipple to slide from his mouth. “I want to watch you come. Will you come for me, Emma?”
“If you keep doing that,” she said, opening her eyes to watch him.
At that moment, he knew he needed to see all of her. He slipped his hand from her and lifted himself slightly so he could slide her pajama pants down past her knees. Then he did the
same with her panties.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so pretty,” he said, feathering through the trimmed hair covering her. He parted her folds with his fingers, catching a peek of the small bud. He started the circles again, shifting his gaze from her sweet womanhood to the pleasure on her face.
“Oh, heavenly days. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” she groaned.
“Not even if a herd of buffalo stampeded,” he said, quickening his movements, pausing only to move down, slipping his finger inside her before returning to her clit again. He loved the feel of her—so warm, wet and womanly. It was addictive.
Emma moved her hips, her eyes screwed closed as her breath came in short pants. Then suddenly her entire body tightened.
“Ah,” she moaned, her hands slamming down to clutch the sheets as she rode her orgasm.
He didn’t let up. Watching her come was also addictive and he wanted to see it again. And again. And again. Making love to Emma was one of the best things he’d done in forever. He wanted to savor the sight of her coming undone, the smell of their passion, the feel of her body clenching around him.
“Oh, oh, please,” she panted, sliding her hands up to cup her own breasts. That sight refueled him and he slid his finger inside her, moving rhythmically, finding that sweet, sweet spot that would launch her anew.
And it did.
A new round of tightening, legs shaking as she found her release again.
“Don’t stop,” she yelled, thrusting her hips in time with him, feet planted, mouth open. “What are you doing to me?”
“No, what are you doing to me?” he asked, meaning it. This gorgeous woman was splendidly wrought, made to be played by his hands.
Suddenly she pushed his hand from her body. “I want you. Inside me.” She reached for his waistband.
“You don’t have to ask twice.” He shucked off his boxers and reached for the box of condoms. She tried to take the package from him, but he brushed her hand away. Jabbing on the condom, he rolled it down his length and nudged her legs apart so he could settle into the sweetest place imaginable.
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