Outrageous

by Marie Force

  “What’s your safe word for this?”

  “Quantum.”

  “And you’ll use it if you need it?”

  “Yes, I will.”

  Cupping my cheek, he kisses me, and I feel the emotion coming from him. It’s every bit as powerful as what I feel for him. I have no doubt at all about that. He kisses his way down the front of me, paying homage to each breast and running his tongue lightly over my nipples. I’m so aroused that even the slightest touch is extra potent.

  Kneeling between my legs, he keeps his gaze fixed on me as he smooths lube over his cock, which is so hard, it looks bigger than it ever has before. Figures that would happen now.

  I swallow hard, scared but determined to try. I’ll keep that safe word on the tip of my tongue and won’t hesitate to use it if it’s too much for me.

  He pulls on the plug, removes it and replaces it with his much-larger cock.

  My first thought is hell, no. No way! There’s no freaking way this can happen.

  “Look at me.”

  I flip my gaze up to meet his and immediately find my center. It’s right there in him, and the sight of his face reminds me that he cares, that I trust him, that he’d rather die than hurt me. I believe that, especially after what he told me about Elena.

  “Nice and easy,” he says, keeping his movements small and gradual.

  It hurts, a lot, but it’s not unbearable. Not yet anyway.

  “Keep breathing. Big breaths. That’s it. You’re doing so great.” He nuzzles my neck, and the brush of his stubble against my skin is stunning in the way the sensations travel through my entire body, seeming to come together where we’re joined. “Ready for more?”

  I whimper. I can’t. I begin to thrash, trying to get away from the invasion, but he pins down my hips to hold me still. “Do you need your safe word?”

  I shake my head.

  “Give me words.”

  “No.”

  He pushes in farther, and I scream—not from the pain, which is still present, but from the pleasure that mixes with the pain to take me higher than I’ve been before. It’s a whole other level that I couldn’t describe if all the words in the world were made available to me. I want to beg him to stop and beg him to never stop, and I know that sounds crazy, but that’s how it feels.

  “You’re so hot and so tight,” he whispers in that gruff, sexy voice that captivates me. “You turn me on like no one ever has.”

  Hearing that is like gas being poured on the wildfire that burns within me, and I find myself raising my hips, looking for more.

  He groans and gives me it to me, entering me fully on that final stroke. “Leah… God damn, you’re amazing.

  “I want my hands.”

  The cuffs are immediately released, and I wrap my arms around him, needing to hold on for what’s coming next. As it’s happening, I can’t actually believe I’m doing this, but then he flexes his hips and I’m reminded that not only am I doing it, it’s not over yet. Not by a long shot.

  “I need to move,” he says. “Tell me you’re okay.”

  “I’m okay.” I give a subtle lift of my hips to encourage him to do what he wants. In this moment, he could ask me for anything and I’d find a way to give it to him. I’m lost to him, ruined for anyone who isn’t him and more in love with him than I ever imagined possible.

  “Hold on to me. Don’t ever let go.”

  “I won’t let go. I’ll never let go.”

  He begins to move, retreating almost completely before filling me again. He does this repeatedly, giving me gentle but insistent strokes that have me climbing toward something different, something huge that seems almost out of reach until his thumb finds my clit and I come harder than the first time. Everything goes blank, and I’m transported. The only thing I’m aware of is pure bliss.

  She’s in subspace. I’ve seen it before, so I recognize it, but I’m still undone by how deeply she goes under and how long it takes to bring her back. Even after an epic orgasm, I’m still hard, but I don’t dare withdraw from her until she’s aware and prepared. I kiss her face and lips, which are curved into a satisfied little smile that makes my heart flutter with tenderness that’s all new to me. I’m always careful and respectful with women, especially during scenes, but this one… She’s crawled so deep inside me, I’ll never get her out, and I don’t want to. I want her right here with me, where she belongs.

  I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her determined little chin and the tip of her nose. “Leah.” I run the tip of my tongue over her lips. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Are you in there?”

  “Mmmm-hmmm.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  “Can’t. They’re too heavy.”

  I kiss the closed lids and breathe in the scent of her, a scent I’d recognize anywhere in this world as her, as mine. “Leah…”

  She forces her eyes open, her smile growing as she blinks me into focus. “I did it.”

  “You certainly did.” I’m amused by her, as always. Then I give a little flex of my hips to remind her where I am, in case she’d forgotten.

  Her moan travels straight to my balls, and my cock expands inside her, which actually hurts. My cock is better than it was a few days ago, but not fully recovered, and it’s aching from the workout I just put it through.

  “Noooo. Get out.”

  Laughing, I withdraw slowly and carefully as she gasps and squirms. “Stay right there,” I tell her, kissing her once more.

  “I couldn’t move if I had to.”

  I go into the adjoining bathroom to clean up and return with a warm towel for her.

  She is docile as a lamb while I tend to her, which is a funny thought because my Leah is never docile, except, it seems, after she’s been fucked into submission.

  When I’m finished, I get back on the bed and reach for her.

  Turning to face me, she snuggles into my embrace, her leg between mine and her arm around me. It’s so right with her, and I feel almost silly for trying to avoid her for so long when we could’ve had this so much sooner.

  “You should move in with me.” I hadn’t planned to say that, but the words appear and they need to be said.

  She stares at me, eyes wide with shock. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  Her mouth opens and then snaps closed.

  “Have I finally found a way to render you speechless?” I love that I’ve shocked and surprised her. If she was looking for proof that I meant what I said on the plane yesterday, here it is. I’m in. I’m all in, and I want her sleeping next to me every night from now on. “Leah?”

  “I, um, don’t know what to say.”

  “Well, that’s a first.” I run my fingers through her hair with one hand and caress her back with the other. “You’re leaving me high and dry here.”

  “I’ve hardly left you high or dry.”

  I laugh, as I often do with her. I’ve laughed more with her than I have with any woman, even Elena. I’ve come to see that my “gold standard” relationship was lacking in many things. Being with Leah has helped me to understand that there’s far more to a real relationship than yearning and unrequited love. Elena never thought of me as anything more than a buddy. But Leah loves me, and that’s the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.

  “You’re not exactly jumping for joy at the thought of moving in with me.”

  “You surprised the hell out of me. Only yesterday, I was still talking you into being with me and now you want me to live with you? I’m kind of getting whiplash here.”

  “This, us… All of it… It’s a big deal for me.”

  “I know,” she says, caressing my face. “It is for me, too.” She takes my hand and places it over her fast-beating heart. “Feel that?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “That’s what happened when you asked me to move in with you.”

  “That feels rather serious.”

  “It does, doesn’t it?”
/>   “Is that bad?”

  “No, but it’s kind of scary.”

  “You aren’t supposed to be afraid of me, remember?”

  “I’m not afraid of you physically. You pose a much bigger threat to the heart that’s beating so hard and so fast.”

  “Your heart is safe with me.”

  “Emmett…” She closes her eyes, and a tear escapes from the corner of her left eye.

  I kiss it away. “Don’t cry. You know I can’t handle girl tears.”

  She laughs but the tears continue to fall, each one of them shattering me.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. My strong, fearless, sassy Leah doesn’t cry like a girl.”

  “She does when the guy she’s crazy about asks her to live with him.”

  “I take it back, then. If there’re going to be tears, I do not want you to live with me.”

  “You can’t take it back.”

  I brush frantically at the tears, each one of them unmanning me. “I just did.”

  She shakes her head and flashes that angelic smile that lights up her teary eyes. With her hand curling around the back of my neck, she draws me into the sweetest kiss of my life.

  I lose all sense of time and place. There’s only her. Leah. Her lips are soft, her tongue is tempting, and her lithe body pressed against mine is the only thing I want or need. I’m utterly bewitched by her and desperate to keep her as close to me as I can get her for as long as she wants to be there, which I hope is a very long time.

  “Say yes,” I whisper against her lips. “Live with me. Sleep with me every night. Be mine.”

  “Are you sure?” she asks, sounding tentative.

  “I’m one thousand percent sure.”

  She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and exhales. “Yes.”

  I’ve never once experienced relief as profound as I do when she whispers that single word. I feel as if I’ve been given everything I need with one small word. Gathering her into my arms, I hold her so tightly, she squeaks from the squeeze of my arms around her.

  “Don’t break me.”

  “Never.” My desire to protect and cherish her is fierce.

  “Could I ask you something?” she says, sounding tentative.

  “Anything you want.”

  She pulls back so she can see my face. “What happened to change your mind?”

  I understand what she’s asking. Only a few days ago, I was determined to sleep with her once, get her out of my system and return to normal. “You happened.” I run my fingers through her hair as I try to find the words I need. “I thought I was doing fine on my own, but then you showed me I wasn’t. I wasn’t fine at all. And now that you’ve changed everything for me, all I can think about is keeping you right here with me where you belong.”

  “I keep thinking that I wanted this so badly, my imagination made it all up. I really hope it’s not a dream, because I’ll be crushed to wake up.”

  “It’s not a dream.” I kiss her. “I promise it’s real.”

  “And you’re not going to suddenly change your mind or freak out or—”

  I kiss her again. “I can’t promise I’ll never freak out, but I’m not going to change my mind. I want you, and I want this. I want us. I want you to continue to make me laugh so hard, I ache. I want you to continue to irritate me and push my buttons and drive me crazy in every possible way.”

  “I can do that. I’m very good at being irritating and at pushing your buttons.”

  “Yes, you are.” I raise myself up to view the bedside clock. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten. Groaning, I tell her, “We need to get ready to go.”

  Addie is sending cars to pick us up in an hour for the rehearsal and dinner at the vineyard.

  Leah yawns. “I need a shower.”

  “So do I. What do you say we conserve water and take one together?”

  “I say that sounds like a very responsible idea.”

  The last thing I want to do is let her go or leave that bed, but we have plans and friends who are counting on us. After the momentous decision we just made, I take comfort in knowing I’ll get to sleep with her every night from now on. Nothing I’ve done in my life has made me as happy as I feel right now as I follow her into the shower and wrap my arms around her lithe, sexy body. Now that I have her, I never want to let her go.

  Chapter 18

  It’s surreal, to say the least. I thought I knew what it meant to be happy, but Emmett asking me to live with him and then making sweet, hot love to me in the shower is my new definition of happiness.

  He’s so intense but tender at the same time as he presses me against the cool tile wall and fills me with his hard cock. I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never get enough. He’s everything I want and need, and knowing he has feelings for me too is the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

  My emotions are all over the place—disbelief that this is really happening along with desire and love, so much love for this strong man who feels things so deeply. I’ve seen his fierce loyalty to his friends, the family of his heart, and after hearing what he went through with Elena and how he cares for her even after all this time, I know everything I need to about what kind of man he really is.

  “Are you really mine?” I ask him as he pounds into me in the shower. “Mine and only mine?”

  “Yours and only yours,” he says in that gravelly tone I’ve come to crave. “There’s no one else but you.”

  His words travel straight to my heart as my body tingles with pending release.

  I hold on tight to him, kissing his face and neck. “I love you, Emmett. I love you so much.”

  He groans and pushes into me as he presses his fingers to my clit, the combination sending me over the edge into bliss. He’s right there with me, surging into me over and over again, until we’re both gasping and panting from the power of it. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “How does it get better every time?”

  “I don’t know, but it does.”

  “Mmm.” He nibbles my neck, and his stubble against my skin has my internal muscles gripping his still-hard cock. “Enough, minx. We need to get ready, or we’re going to be late.”

  “And we’ll never hear the end of that. Put me down.”

  He kisses me. “I will, but I don’t want to.”

  “A couple of hours and we’ll be right back here again.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.”

  “In that case, I’ll let you go for now.” He withdraws from me, puts me down and holds on to me until I have my bearings on legs that feel like rubber bands. Then he washes my hair, conditions it and smooths body wash all over me, reigniting the fire within all over again.

  I push his hands away and then return the favor, washing his hair and soaping him until he’s hard and throbbing in my hand.

  “This is madness,” he says.

  “Best madness I’ve ever experienced.”

  “Me, too.”

  I want to pinch myself when he says stuff like that. Is this really happening? Does he mean the things he’s saying to me? How often do crushes the likes of which I had on him ever come to fruition the way this one has? It’s certainly never happened to me, not like this anyway. I’m giddy over him. I want to gorge on him. I want to spend days in bed with him without coming up for air. I want everything with him, and it doesn’t even matter anymore that I’m far too young to be making lifelong decisions. All I know is I’ll do anything to make this work with him, anything at all.

  I step out of the shower into the towel he holds for me, wincing when the cloth rubs against my tender ass.

  “Are you hurting?” he asks, his brows furrowed with concern.

  “A little, but it’s a good kind of hurt.”

  “I’ll give you a massage later that’ll make it all better.”

  “I’ll look forward to that every minute between now and then.” I wish we had nowhere to be so I could have that massage right now.

  As I dry and stra
ighten my hair, I’m glad now that I took Tenley up on her offer to help me pick out clothes for this weekend. I put on the slinky red print wrap dress that she chose for me, feeling sexy and sophisticated. Before I moved to LA, I never gave much time or thought to what I wore, mostly because I couldn’t afford more than the basics. But spending time with Addie, Tenley, Ellie and Marlowe has helped to raise my fashion game, and I know Natalie would say the same thing. We’re a long way from our low-budget life in New York. I step into the four-inch pumps that Tenley sent along with the dress and turn to take a look at the full-length mirror.

  Behind me, Emmett releases a low whistle.

  “Do I look all right?”

  “Baby, you look amazing. Beautiful, sexy, gorgeous.”

  “Those are all good words,” I say, smiling at him in the mirror.

  “They don’t do you justice.”

  “I could say the same for you.” He’s wearing a navy blazer with khaki dress pants and one of those custom dress shirts that showcases his muscular chest. I turn to him and flatten my hands on the crisp white cloth. “You always look so nice.”

  “I’ll take you with me on my next trip to London so you can help me choose what to get.”

  “I’ve always wanted to go to London.”

  He kisses my forehead and my lips. “While we’re over there, we’ll hit Paris, too.”

  I fan my face dramatically. “I’ve never been anywhere, and I want to go everywhere.”

  “I’ll show you the world.”

  “I’m not sure I can handle everything that’s happened in this one day.”

  “It’s just the beginning.” He takes my hand, brings it to his lips to kiss the back of it and then tucks it into the crook of his elbow. “Shall we?”

  “Let’s do it.”

  “Oh, we’re going to do it.”

  His dirty words make me giggle as we head downstairs to join the others. I know a moment of panic when I wonder if we were loud before, but no one says or does anything to make us feel uncomfortable. Maybe they didn’t hear us… I can only hope.

  I end up sitting between Emmett and Natalie in the stretch Escalade that comes to pick us up.

  “You look incredible,” Natalie whispers to me. “You’re glowing.”