Something the size of a boulder sinks in my stomach.
We drive around without direction for a couple of hours, talking about everything and nothing. Emily tells me about how amazing her friends have been and I tell her about Denise, who’s determined to get me to hang out with my division. I’m sure I sense a twinge of jealousy, but I don’t remark on it. It serves her right after that whole Kevin thing.
The sun is hanging low in the sky when I pull up to the empty parking lot at Castle Island. We have a breathtaking view of Pleasure Bay from here. The deep golden red of the setting sun makes the quiet waters burst into flame. And now that I’m not driving, I can really appreciate the woman next to me.
I turn sideways in my seat so that I can face her. She’s utterly captivated by the scene unfolding in front of us. I, on the other hand, am more interested in the one right beside me. Seeing the sunset reflected on her face, the absolute wonder in her wide eyes, it’s all I can do not to lean in and kiss the hell out of her.
“Peter, look,” she says, obviously aware that I’m missing one of nature’s greatest show-offs. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” The words fall out of my mouth before I realize I’m thinking them.
She looks at me then, her face an open show of emotion so pure it takes my breath away. And when she leans over to kiss me, the touch of her lips is sweet and soft. A total contrast to the burning desire raging inside of me.
I can’t believe how lucky I am. Not just for finding Emily after all these years, but that she’s just as happy to have found me, too.
I let her set the pace, only because I don’t trust myself to hold back. She parts her lips and our tongues meet, each slowly taking the other. I can’t think of a time in my life when a kiss made me feel so much, all at once.
After a moment, I pull away and take a much needed breath. “It’ll be dark soon. We should go home.” My voice is so low and thick; it instantly betrays my intentions. But I don’t care. I want her to know.
A deep flush brightens her smooth cheeks as she dips her head, a soft smile teasing at those luscious lips. It only makes me want her more. The pulsing in my cock grows urgent, straining for some release.
“No,” she whispers, and leans closer to me. “I don’t want to go home.”
The sweet lilac scent in her hair drives me wild, and when I feel pressure on my crotch, my hips rise up to meet it all on their own. I place my hand over hers, guiding her steady touch as she rubs me up through my jeans.
A strangled moan wrenches out from deep inside my throat. The harsh fabric is too much of a prison. I need to feel her touch.
I move to undo my buttons, but before I can do anything else, her slender fingers slip beneath the waist of my boxers. I let out a shaky breath of relief mixed with pleasure as she liberates my cock. Her soft, cool skin feels so good against the maddening heat trapped down there.
Burying my fingers in the hair on the back of her head, I pull her in for another kiss.
This time there’s nothing gentle about the way our mouths meet. It’s unbridled hunger that drives us. More than a decade of pent-up lust is finally set free in a dance of innermost desires we once thought were forbidden.
I can feel her want for me is just as strong. The way she arches toward me, her breasts beckoning for my touch.
Her motions are steady, but I can tell she doesn’t have much experience in this department. My heart wants to explode when I think about how openly she offered up her innocence to me last night. And yet, for all that innocence, she has no problem brazenly expressing her needs.
It’s so fucking hot.
What’s even hotter is her need for me. A primal yearning that I reciprocate, from the blood burning in my veins to the pounding heart in my chest.
I want her.
Once again, I lower my hand to hers and this time I squeeze down over her grip. She takes the subtle instructions well and tightens her hold on my throbbing cock. With every stroke, her touch unravels me a little more.
Oh, God, it’s getting harder and harder to hold back.
Breathless, we break apart, but neither of us are ready for any kind of distance. I hold onto her to make her stay, her forehead pressed against mine, panting breath hot and sensuous on my mouth.
“Emily.” The feel of her name on my lips in this moment is like its own kind of ecstasy. “I need you.”
I lunge for her mouth, but she pulls away and pushes me back into my seat. For a moment, my heart drops at the possibility that she’s calling an end to our tryst, but then she bends down over me.
Emily’s mouth is deliciously warm and wet as she takes me in, pushing me further down into sweet oblivion. As the last of the sun disappears behind the edge of the world, she is taking me closer and closer to the edge of mine.
I glide my hand under her shirt, ghosting it up along her delicate middle until I find her breast. Her nipple is sensuously taut beneath the flimsy fabric of her lace bra. I take it between my fingers and squeeze. Her entire body tenses up under my touch, telling me she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
She comes up for air and teases my tip, circling it with her tongue before plunging back down again. This time I can’t hold back the moan that’s been caged up inside me. Emily echoes it back to me with my cock deep in her throat. The sensation reverberates through the length of my shaft and into my balls. Millions of blinding white lights burst behind my eyelids.
Emily lifts her head and takes my mouth with hers. She’s utterly insatiable.
“Come with me,” she says, her voice like dripping honey.
She moves so nimbly between the two front seats that by the time I catch up to what’s happening, she’s already in the back. Her fingers work with urgency as she unbuttons her jeans.
My tongue comes out to wet my lips as I watch them peel back to reveal her bare legs.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
Her legs go on for mile after flawless mile, from the cute dimple beside each ankle to the sensual, freckled flesh of her thighs. I wait for Emily to get to her shirt next and watch in heated anticipation for the decadent mounds I know are hiding there.
But she doesn’t touch her shirt.
Instead, Emily shifts slowly back until she’s leaning against the door. Then she drops her one leg and pulls the other up so that she’s spread open.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says.
My breathing grows ragged at the sight of her like that.
Her eyes lock with mine, and even in the dusky darkness I can tell her pupils are completely blown out. Wide with arousal.
My cock twitches again, swollen with impatient longing for that special place at the apex of her succulent thighs.
“You said you needed me,” she says, leadingly.
I swallow hard and nod my head. There isn’t a word in my brain for me to find.
“What do you need, Peter?”
Her hand moves between her legs, and she starts to fondle herself on top of her panties. All the while her lustful gaze stays fixed on me. A long, drawn-out moan flutters out of her slightly parted lips and she arches her back. The shirt she’s wearing pulls tightly over her chest, accentuating her breasts even more.
“It’s you. I need you.” My confession makes a smug smile tease at the corners of her mouth.
I can’t take my eyes off her. My own hand moves down, and I begin stroking my rock-hard cock. It takes some concentration, but I match the painfully slow motion she’s working over her clit.
I feel like we’re one overwhelming desire split between two bodies, working together to find release.
It’s when she pauses her movements to pull her panties aside that I lose the last of my control. She spreads her legs wider, showing herself fully to me. And with the moon shining high through the back window, her center is a slick, glistening promise of my release.
I scramble through to the back. Emily sits up on her knees and wraps her arms around me. Her kiss
is like a raging fire with only one goal—to devour me.
Taking hold of her hips, I guide her over until she’s straddling me. A thin gasp comes out of her at the feel of my tip brushing her swollen clit through her panties. I pull them aside, just like she did minutes ago, and begin to rub myself against her, the length of my shaft slipping between her soaking wet folds with ease.
A delicious moan hums somewhere in her depths.
It’s torture to stop, but I have to get to my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans.
“Peter—” Emily isn’t happy about the break in activity either.
“Just a sec.”
After some more fumbling, I finally find what I’ve been looking for and rip the condom open with my teeth. Just as I’m about to put it on, Emily’s hand covers mine. I look up at her, and her eyes are practically black.
“Let me,” she says, taking the condom from my fingers.
I let my head drop back and close my eyes, relishing the feel of her hands on my cock once again. She slides the condom on, finishing with a light snap, and positions herself on top of me.
“Look at me, Peter.”
I obey her command without hesitation, fighting the urge to buck my hips and plunge right into her. I know that’s what she’s waiting for. I know that’s what she wants.
“You do it,” I say, not taking my eyes off hers. “Slowly.”
There’s a fleeting moment of hesitation, but then she does it. Using one hand to spread her lips, she takes the other and guides my cock to her entrance.
She lowers herself onto me. Less than an inch. And then stops.
A loud groan escapes me, and I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. It takes everything I have to hold back. But I love it. I know what we’re building up to.
Emily moves again, and now my whole tip is inside her. This time I bite down hard on my lips. God, she feels so tight I could die. I want to go deeper. I have to feel all of her right now or I’ll explode.
In one motion, I push her down as I thrust deeply into her. A cry of pleasure erupts out of us both and fills the empty silence around us.
Emily. Sweet, sweet Emily. Her impassioned moaning increases as she begins to ride me. Slowly at first, but speeding up. Like all of her self-control is gone, and she’s being driven by a far more powerful force.
I wrap my arms around her, resting my head against her chest. I’m not sure whose heart is pounding harder, hers or mine. I feel her fingers snake into my hair as her whole body starts trembling.
“Oh, God, Peter.” It’s a strangled whisper in my ear that sends the most incredible shivers through me. “I’m so close.”
“I know.” I lay a trail of hungry, wet kisses along her neck. And then, cupping her face in both my hands, I make her look at me. “I know,” I say again, and kiss her hard.
That slow build up, touching and playing, it put us both on the edge. I’m not surprised that it doesn’t take long before we’re ready to tip over. I feel her tense muscles around my cock start to quiver as she whimpers softly in my mouth.
It’s a sound I would be happy to hear every day for the rest of my life.
Emily’s spasms get more intense, her motion on top of me more urgent, rocking the whole car as she painfully teases me to follow along.
My buttocks lift off the seat as I thrust into her then. So hard, so deep, she has to cling to me to keep from hitting the roof. And like that, our bodies locked in a desperate hold, her hips rocking against me in the most maddening way, we finally come together in a shuddering mess of helpless moans and tired kisses.
We sink back into the seat, limp and spent. Emily is a useless, satisfied heap on top of me as we both work to catch our breath.
“Okay,” she mutters softly into the curve of my neck. And I’m sure I can feel the ghost of her smile against my skin as she says, “Now you can take me home.”
Chapter Nine
Emily
My eyes flutter open lazily, and I can just make out the thin slits of light seeping through the blinds in Peter’s bedroom. I stretch out my legs, and they hit the cool sheets on the other side of the bed.
I’m alone.
The sound of a spoon clattering against a cup comes floating in from the kitchen, carried by the sweet aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. With a blissful yawn, I roll onto my back so that I’m taking up the whole bed. There are aches in parts of my body that I didn’t know could ache.
I smile softly. Peter has taught me quite a lot about my body over the past couple of days. Certainly more than any anatomy class could. A low chuckle bubbles out of me and I bury my face in his pillow to drown out the sound. I’m so giddy, it’s embarrassing.
When I come back up for air, Peter’s heady musk is in my nostrils. I sniff his pillow again and breathe in deep until it fills me.
“What are you doing?”
I startle at the sound of Peter’s voice and quickly jump back to the other side of the bed. Talk about embarrassing.
He’s carrying two cups of coffee and wearing his boxers with a faded Boston PD t-shirt. The sharp lines of his biceps are all kinds of delicious.
“Nothing, I was—I was just—” My stammering falters hopelessly. The stupid grin on his face isn’t helping either.
Peter hands me one of the steaming cups and sits down on the edge of the bed beside me.
“Slept okay?” he asks, and takes a sip of his coffee. I’m almost sure he’s only doing it to try and hide that cheeky smile of his. Because he knows full well there was very little sleep happening in this room last night. I’m so grateful I don’t have to sit through any classes today. I don’t think I would’ve survived it on what little sleep I managed to get.
“I slept fine,” I say. “Could use a few more hours, though.”
“It’s already after nine,” he says with an incredulous laugh. “The day’s practically over.”
“Nine?” I fix him with a puzzled look. He shouldn’t be here this late. “Are you working a late shift today?”
Peter shakes his head and leans over my outstretched legs, propping himself up with his hand. “I took the day off.”
I can’t hide my shock. “You what? I didn’t think you knew what that was.”
“Yeah, well, you may be right. A little.” He smiles at me again. “I just never had a good enough reason, I guess.”
And now I’m smiling, too. Because I’ve never been anyone’s reason before.
I drop my gaze to the piping hot cup of coffee in my hands, hoping I’ve moved fast enough and Peter didn’t see the flush rising in my cheeks.
I’m done for, I know it. This isn’t just a casual hook-up with a long-ago object of affection, or some insignificant fulfillment of a young girl’s fantasy. I am officially in very deep trouble.
“Besides,” Peter says, as he pushes up from the bed, “we have a lot to do today.”
“We do?” And when I look up, he’s already on his way out of the bedroom. “Uh…Peter? What do you mean we have a lot to do?” I call after him.
A moment later he’s back, and he’s replaced his coffee with a laptop. Now I’m really confused. He flops onto the bed with it, pushing his pillows up for a makeshift backrest before sitting upright with the computer on his lap.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“Well,” he says, starting up the laptop, “after what happened yesterday, there’s no way you’re going back to school until we get this guy.” He looks at me, his eyes showing that same concern that comforted me so much after I fell into his car in a panic. They also tell me that this isn’t open for negotiation.
But I try anyway.
“Not an option,” I say. “No school means no graduation, and definitely no second chances.”
“Emily—”
“I’m already this close to losing my scholarships, Peter. You don’t understand.”
“And you don’t understand.” He raises his voice at me. Not a lot, but just enough to let me kno
w how serious he is. “We don’t know what this guy is capable of. What his plans are. It’s too dangerous.”
“But—”
“If anything happens to you, there won’t be a graduation either. So it’s not worth the risk, is it?”
I have nothing to say. There’s no valid argument I can think of because Peter has a point. So, instead, I nod my silent agreement.
Boy, did this wonderful morning take a different turn. It went from pure bliss to kissing my best, and possibly only, chance at a medical career goodbye. I do understand where Peter’s coming from, but it certainly doesn’t make it any easier.
“Good. So that’s the first thing,” he says.
“The first? How many things are there?” He’s very likely sent my life onto a whole other course, and now he says there’s more?
“Well, we have to go by your place to pick up your things. It’s probably best to do that first. Get it out of the way.”
I take a breath. So many changes, all so suddenly. It’s hard to wrap my head around it. I’ve barely made peace with being awake.
“Then the car,” he says, bringing up his search screen on the laptop.
His brows are furrowed in concentration, and looking at him like this, so determined to help me and keep me safe, my heart absolutely swells in my chest. And with him so close beside me, my mind drifts to what happened after waking up with him yesterday. I can’t ignore the familiar heat rising up between my legs.
“Hatch or sedan?”
“Hmm?” I blink a few times fast, caught with my mind on a whole different track.
“Come on, Emily, this is serious.” There’s a slight hint of impatience in his voice. “The Mazda you saw yesterday, was it a hatch or sedan?”
“Hatch,” I reply almost instantly, feeling a little like a rookie at bootcamp wanting to impress her commanding officer.
“Okay,” he says, typing away furiously.
In a second, the screen fills up with various images of cars. I lean over to have a closer look.
“These are the most popular models on the market right now,” he says. “See anything familiar?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as several images scroll by. There’s no denying the pressure I’m suddenly feeling. I wasn’t really paying attention yesterday. I mean, it was Trevor. All I was thinking about was making a quick getaway. And by the time I realized anything was up, he was gone. Also, I’ve never been great with car stuff in general. I know how to start one, drive it, and park it.
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