I swallowed her little sounds of pleasure as I rocked into her, my tongue mimicking the movements of my dick. She turned her head to the side, breaking the kiss, gasping for air. “Gray!”
Her hips lifted to meet mine now, frantic in the need to take me in, over and over.
“Come again for me, baby,” I murmured against her ear. “Let’s go over together.”
She turned her head back to mine, looked up at me, her mouth slick and swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed, her hair clinging damply to her sweaty brow. “I’ve never… I need to touch myself to come.”
Her hand moved down and worked its way between our bodies, but I shifted my weight so I could grab her wrist, lift it up above her head and clasp it with my free hand. I shook my head, as I continued to watch her. “You’re going to come, baby, and I’m going to give it to you. That’s my job now.”
If she needed her clit played with to get off, it was going to be my fingers to do it. Shifting back slightly, I slipped my hand between us until I found that hard pearl and began to work it slowly, gently with my thumb.
Her eyes slipped shut as I felt her inner walls clench down on me. I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. I’d waited all this time for her. Watching her, I could tell when she was close, could feel it, too. Her thighs tightened on my hips, and her nipples pebbled even further against my chest.
Long deep strokes had me close, but it was her orgasm that had me coming with a groan. She practically milked the cum from my balls as she came all over me, my name a quiet gasp on her lips. I groaned at the exquisite pleasure, shifting my hips to draw out every last bit of it from her body.
Breathing hard, I fell to my side, pulling her into me. My hand rested across her torso and perfectly placed, cupped her breast. This was my everything, right here, and there was no going back.
I should have resisted, but I was weak. I should have kept her at a distance, but I had no willpower. I should have kept her away from me and the problems my father brought me and, in turn, her, but I lost the battle. She was too strong of an opponent, and while I'd given it my all, it seemed love came out the victor.
Shit.
The sound of my cell vibrating against the bedside table had us stirring, but I ignored it. Instead, I reluctantly climbed from the bed and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. By the time I returned, Emory had pulled the sheet over her. I inwardly sighed at her modesty—there wasn’t a part of her I hadn’t seen—but was sweetly pleased by her continued innocence.
“You have no qualms about being naked, do you?” she asked, the corner of her mouth turning up toward a smile. Her eyes roved over my body and latched on to my groin. My dick, still half hard, stirred to life beneath her intent gaze, and it made her eyes widen. “Already?” she asked with breathy surprise.
Placing one knee on the edge of the bed, I yanked the covers from her grip, ready to show her a few more ungentlemanly things, but my cell vibrated again.
“You should get that,” she told me. I was enjoying seeing the desire in her eyes and didn’t give a shit about the call.
When it stopped, I said. “No, I shouldn't.”
It vibrated a third time, and she arched a brow.
I sighed, not wanting anything or anyone to get in the way of being with Emory, but ignoring the world didn’t mean it would go away.
I leaned and grabbed the phone. “Yeah.”
“I found him.” Reed.
I took my leg off the bed and turned away from Emory. I didn’t want the sight of her naked body, of her innocence, combined with any conversation about my dad.
“Where?”
“Casino on the Indian reservation in Wyoming. He’s been there since Tuesday.”
I hit the End button and tossed my cell back on the table where it clattered then fell onto the floor.
This news meant he either arranged for someone to break into Emory’s house or knew nothing about it. I had a niggling, annoying feeling that it was the latter. If it was true, that meant there was someone out there—not my father—who wanted to hurt Emory.
“What is it?” Emory asked from behind my back.
I wanted to keep her separate, keep her safe from my past. I’d wanted to push her away, and I'd even told her I was nothing but trouble for her, but neither of us, it seemed, cared. I wanted the present, the now, to be much stronger than the past, but that was not a sure thing right now.
I turned, eyed her. Damn, she was pretty, her perfect breasts with those pink nipples. I sighed, wanting to get lost in her, not taint her with the truth.
She tilted up her chin. “Tell me. I want to know. I need to know.”
I gave a stiff nod and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. I grabbed the top of the sheet and lifted it up. She somehow knew I wanted her covered. Maybe it was the grim set to my jaw or the pissed-off glint in my eye.