by Hawkes, Cora
“I said, fuckin' leave!” he turned as he shouted at me.
I shook my head and we both stood facing each other, our breaths heaving. He stood there at war with himself and I watched, with my heart pounding, in fascination. I saw the exact moment that he lost it; his jaw clenched and he pinned me with dark eyes.
He strode t">He stto me and jerked me into him forcefully. His mouth went to mine angrily as he moved me back to trap me but he didn't need to – I was going nowhere.
My arms came around him and I pressed myself into him wanting to get closer. His tongue went in and out without mercy as his hands clasped my face. His hips went into mine, thrusting. I moaned low in my throat and stroked my hands through his hair.
All of a sudden, he stopped and placed his forehead on mine. His eyes were hidden behind his lids and he rasped air into him. “Go, Emma. I’m not strong enough to stop this again. I just watched you get mauled by fuckin' strangers. Every instinct in me is telling me that you're mine and to erase them from your body.”
I let my hands slip under his shirt and roam over his contoured back, he moaned and shuddered, the sound was the most erotic thing I had ever heard.
“Emma, don't.” He groaned and grabbed my hands away from him. He pinned them above my head. His eyes were full of desire and pain. He banged my hands against the wall again lightly, "Stop."
I whimpered, “Scott,” my voice was breathless as I tried to wriggle my hands free, the need to touch him was unbearable.
He frowned and watched me for a moment, his eyes changing tone. As though coming to a decision, he lowered his mouth to mine slowly, hesitantly, waiting for me to refuse him. His lips brushed mine softly before he took them away making me whimper my need for him again.
"I don't want you to stop." I could weep with how much I wanted him.
A confused look entered his expression. "Emma–" he took a shaky breath and looked away.
I wanted him now, I couldn't fight this anymore and I didn't want to. I couldn't bear to be away from him for months again while he went on tour – I couldn't do it. I was ready for him, ready to love him.
He swung his head back to me, his eyes intense and sad. "–I can't do this with you."
“Scott, please.” I begged as my hands went to his shoulders. I pulled his head closer, "I need this, I can't get you out of my head. I want it to stop."
His hands clinched my waist, "We can't. I'm not what you need but, fuck," he squeezed my waist, "I wish I could be."
"You're everything I need and all I can think about is what you would feel like inside of me!" I raised my voice and put my lips on his forcefully.
For a split second he froze, then, with a low growl, he clutched me to him and surrendered. His mouth devoured mine. The days' stubble scraped over my sensitive skin. His hands travelled over my butt where he took a breath and hauled me up quickly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his mouth came back to mine. I felt him hard, ready for me and I couldn't stop the jerk of my hips as I rubbed myself on him and moaned into his mouth. He put his head back and hissed as air rushed through his teeth.
He crushed my ass and moved me against him slowly, teasing me. I hissed and held him tight as his hardness hit me through the ridge of his jeans again and again. I was coming apart.
He watched me, his lips parted and his tongue darted out to dampen his kissed lips.
His mouth came down to my neck as we started to move to hiso move t bedroom, kicking the door closed as we went through. I was lowered onto the bed but I didn't take my arms and legs from around him until his body pushed me into the mattress. The feel of him there, between my legs, his mouth on my neck was where I needed him to be.
He eased himself up onto his knees to look down at me as I laid with my head on his pillow. His hand stroked me slowly from my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach and right down to where I ached for him the most. He cupped me – I gasped and jerked my hips, the intense pleasure too much for me. Too sensitive, I was too aware of him, of myself — of everything. His eyes held mine as he circled my clit with his thumb.
I bucked as a piercing need ripped through me again, "Scott!"
His eyes widened and his jaw clenched. He came at me, his mouth was on mine hard. I heard him growling. His hands were everywhere, his smell, his presence cloaked me in a way that I had never known.
Suddenly, he was pulling me up and taking my top away from me and then his came off. His mouth smashed against mine again. He took my tongue into his mouth. My heart was hammering and I couldn't stay still.
He stripped the rest of our clothes off until we had nothing left between us but skin. He was huge. His erection stood proud and tall. A deep-seated hunger bloomed inside me, a hunger that was threatening to take over my body unless I gave it what it desired. I looked at his muscles bunched up and tense with his need. His tattoos a multitude of colours and indecipherable swirls that swam before my hazy eyes. I itched to touch him there, on his chest. I sat up and let my hands wander over him while he shuddered.
My hands drifted down to his abdomen, I watched him watching me.
He was everything that I knew he would be and more. There was nothing feminine about him, every inch was pure male perfection. I knelt in front of him on the bed so we were roughly the same height as I ran my hands everywhere. I dipped low and watched him suck in a breath but then I moved away again, up his torso, over his nipples.
He grabbed the back of my head and massaged with his fingers in a scratchy motion while I explored him.
I let my hand stroke low until I accidentally brushed his erection.
He gasped and his hand tightened around my nape, "Emma, fuck, I'm losing it." He closed his eyes tight as he concentrated on his breathing.
I moaned as excitement throbbed through me. I felt empowered, bold even. I put my thumb into my mouth to wet it, then put it to the tip of his cock and rubbed him slowly. He was velvety soft there and I wanted to lick it so bad.
"Shit!" he jerked violently and before I knew it I was on my back while he was upright on his knees between my legs, panting. "Baby, carry on doing that and I won't last another minute." He pulled a condom out from the inside of his pillow, tore the packet open and put it on quickly.
He bent his head and kissed my stomach tenderly sending sparks up through me that made me bow up off the bed.
“Scott!”
“Shh, baby,” he kissed and licked his way up slowly. He came to my breasts and his mouth went over a nipple. He sucked and licked my nipples, giving them both equal amounts of attention. I was going crazy for him. I was throbbing deeply, it was almost painful.
My arms went around his back and I forced him down to me. I felt the tip of him driving me mad as it gently nudged me where I needed it the most.
“Scott, please.”
He watched me writhing on the bed for him, my hair was a mess, I felt hot everywhere and the throbbing ache I felt was too much, I needed attention. I moved my hands downwards past my stomach and touched myself to ease the ache.
I was so sensitive that a loud sigh escaped my lips as my eyes latched onto his.
His eyes widened faintly and he reared back into an upright position on his knees. “Ah, Emma,” Scott groaned as he watched me touch myself, his eyes darkening beyond belief.
He reached down to himself and gripped his cock. With his eyes watching my fingers play over my clit, he started to stroke himself slowly, back and forth, hard and slow.
"Scott," I gasped at the erotic sight before me and my fingers quickened on myself as I watched his lips part on a growl so deep in his throat that he sounded wild.
His other hand came up to fondle his balls while he pumped away, "Ah, fuck," he ground out as the pleasure he was giving himself took over.
I was going to come just by watching him please himself like that. I was close, so close to exploding.
He moved towards me with his hand full of himself. He nudged my hand away with his free hand and then brought th
e tip of his cock to me. He slid it up and down my clit in unhurried sweeps, wringing me out until it was too much.
"Oh, god!" my hands dug into the sheets beside me as he continued his torment. My legs were trembling all over and I closed my eyes tight. I'm going to die!
"You're so wet, baby." He groaned as he slid himself down towards my opening and nudged himself inside a little before sliding back up to my clit. "So sweet, so fuckin' stunning."
I needed him inside me now. A sob of pure frustration escaped from me, "Scott, I need you to–"
He stopped and leaned down over me, "Not yet, baby." He kissed me deeply into the pillow. He kissed me until I was calmer and then looked at me tenderly as he stroked my cheek. There was something in his eyes that I had only seen a handful of times since I had known him. His eyes were soft but there was more there. "You okay?"
I nodded and wrapped my legs around him to get closer and I moaned his name when I felt his erection pushing against me.
He started to buck slowly against me, letting the tip enter me and then slide up to my clit only to repeat teasing me again and again. His head dipped down and took my mouth in a kiss that started gentle but built until we were desperate. He drew me out and made me go to the limit until I couldn't wait anymore. My body was throbbing painfully, I craved for him inside me, deep, filling me. It was torture but it was the sweetest torture imaginable.
I broke away from our kiss and grabbed his butt to pull him into me. "Please–" I begged him with my eyes.
He was panting, his cheeks were red and sweat dripped from his forehead.
He sat back and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. His hands held my hips firm as he moved me over him.
I took over and rubbed myself against him hard. st him hI moved my hips in circles and then back and forth on him. I was breathing hard, groans were escaping my lips.
He was panting now as he watched my face, “That's it, baby.” His hands grasped my ass hard and he squeezed. Air hissed into his mouth, "Emma, ah, baby."
He laid me back down and let his fingers go down there. He slowly stroked me sending me wild with heat. My body was rushing towards its release so fast that by the time he flicked me once, I came apart and he quickly inserted fingers into me.
“Scott!” I cried out loudly as my body convulsed around his fingers.
He reared up over me, his hand holding him up on either side of my head, “I'm here, baby.” He positioned himself at my entrance. “You ready?” his eyes bored into mine.
“Yes,”
He entered me slowly until h
e was buried deep. He felt huge but I was ready for him. He started moving and as he did, I felt myself building for release again. He was readying me for another wonderful fall into ecstasy.
"You're beautiful, baby" he shook, "so beautiful." His mouth came down for a gentle kiss, his tongue mimicked the thrust of his hips.
He came all the way out of me, then nudged into me again but this time he only went partly inside and carried on doing that until I screamed for him to fill me.
He thrust harder and faster, I was almost there.
He reared back onto his knees and lifted my hips to him. He entered me again, in and out until I was sobbing for my release.
“Baby, look at me.” He fingers went to my clit while he thrust himself inside of me, stroking me just where I needed him to.
He cried out as I did while we came together. I bucked but he didn't let go of me. My heart melted as he held me through it, stoking it, lengthening the pleasure for me.
He dropped his head in the crook of my neck and gathered me in his arms as though he didn't want me to go. "I'm so fuckin' in love with you, babe."
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Chapter Thirty-seven
His voice was painful, as though the admission was ripped from his soul. His words shocked me and moved me and thrilled me all at the same time. My body was sated and humming with pleasure. He loves me? My chest swelled and overflowed sending a warm, content feeling buzzing through me. It was like coming home after being away for a long, long time.
He was still lying on top of me and he was still inside me. I turned my head to look at him but he wasn't moving and he hadn't moved since he had spoken those words. His breath was getting steadier, his body was calming inside of me. Did I hear him right?
"Scott?" I whispered.
He rose up on his elbows to look at me. His eyes were the colour of the darkest moss, full of lingering desire and that look again. "Are you okay?" his voice was like sandpaper.
I frowned, I'm sure he had told me that he loved me. Or did he tell all the girls that when he was finished with them? I continued to stare at him, trying to get some clue from him.
"Did you just tell me you love me?" I whispered, worry that I hadn't heard him properly was clear in my voice.
<0p width="0" align="left">His brows creased and his eyes held regret in them. He closed his eyes tight and clenched his jaw hard. After taking a deep breath, he rolled off me and stood. He walked into the bathroom, giving me a perfect view of his butt, without a word or a backward glance.
I frowned at the door, tears threatening but I wouldn't cry. I couldn't cry here. He had rocked my world, given me the best sex I could ever imagine and told me he loved me only to take it back? That was definitely regret I saw on his face and I would never forget it for as long as I lived. Was I not good? Did he think I was bad in bed?
Humiliation made me move and get up. I quickly wrapped a sheet around my nakedness. My skin was still sensitive and thrumming from our lovemaking. I stood outside the closed bathroom door. I didn't know what to do. Should I confront him, or just leave? I stood there for a moment longer, debating whether I should bust in there and give him hell for treating me like his other girls and leaving me.
Decided, I yanked the bathroom door open and stopped as steam enveloped me. Scott stood in his large walk-in shower that spanned a whole wall. His hands lay flat against the wall as he leaned with his head down. Water flowed over his head and ran out of his hair to skim his beautiful body. He looked so good when he was wet that I almost moaned. He turned his head and looked at me, pain in every shadow of his expression.
I flinched. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head and looked away.
My throat started to close. I was so happy only moments ago and now everything was falling out of place again. More fucking misery. "Please say something because I don't know what I'm doing. You can't say something like that to me and then just," I flung my arm out, "just leave me!" My eyes were starting to blur from the tears I kept in.
He looked at me hard before straightening and pacing towards me slowly, his gaze locked onto me. His hand came to mine while his other pulled the sheet away from around my breasts, baring me again before he led me into the shower with him. The warm spray tingled as it hit my skin. I was hyper-aware of Scott's nakedness in front of me, so close that I could almost lick the water from his skin. His expression held tenderness and that odd look was there again. He bent his head and brought his lips to mine in a sweet kiss that told me something was shifting between us again.
He cupped both my cheeks and released my lips to gaze at me intensely. "I love you, Emma." He croaked as though his throat was also tight. His head shook, "I can't hide it or run from it anymore." His face creased, "It's fuckin' crushing me and I feel like I'm gonna break."
My breath whooshed out of me and my heart stopped.
"It's always been you. I’m incapable of loving anyone else. It's you or no one." He brought his body into contact with mine, "I would be so good to you, babe. Please, just give me a shot at making you happy."
My heart wanted to burst from my ribs, it beat so fast as it rejoiced over Scott's words. I reached my hand up and swept his wet hair off his forehead. I smiled but my lips wobbled. "Scott, you already have made me happy by saying those words because, I love you too, and I'm not willing to fight this anymore. I want you in any way that I can have y
ou because I'm miserable without you." I took a breath, "God, I thought that you regretted saying it when you came in here like that."
idth="0" align="left">He frowned, then his face cleared, "I thought you didn't want to hear it." My brows lifted, "I've wanted to hear those words more than anything and when you said it, I couldn't believe it. I love you so much it's been hurting."
He caught hold of me and turned me so my back was against tile, his eyes shone with love and desire as he pressed his body to mine. I delighted at the touch of his warm, wet skin against mine. His lips crashed onto mine and talking was over as he devoured me.
One of his hands rested on my waist, while the other was against the wall beside my head. His feet gently nudged mine apart and he slid his cock between my swollen lips unhurriedly.
My head fell back as I cried out. He was slow, teasing and tormenting me and I could do nothing but hold his gaze while he watched me come again, his name leaving my lips on a load moan.
