He made love to her as he promised. Slowly. Seductively. Already sensitive from his earlier pampering, her next release didn’t take long to build.
Emmett’s face was crimped in concentration as he unerringly sought and found the spot that would crumble her will to hold out. She wanted his release more than her own, having already taken advantage of his mouth.
She wanted him to let go.
She wanted to watch every second of him coming and record it in her memory.
Because that was what this would be. A memory. As he tenderly slid in again, she reminded herself that they were pretending—that they might be swept up in each other tonight, but the end would soon come for both of them.
“Gorgeous,” he praised. “Every inch of you. You feel incredible.”
She palmed his cheek, the rough scrape of his scruff sending chills over her entire body. He was pretty damned incredible, too, but she wasn’t capable of forming words at the moment.
“Close?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about me,” she breathed.
He laughed, a low rumble she felt in her rib cage. “Not worried, Stef.”
“I want you to come first.”
“No deal.” His smile vanished, his eyes dark and his expression raw. He doubled his efforts, slowing the pace but increasing the intensity. He watched her like a bird of prey eyeing his next meal, not so much as blinking as he soaked in her every reaction.
When he hit the spot he was looking for, her high cry gave her away. His grin cocksure and beautiful, he lowered to his elbows and cupped her face. Pistoning his hips, he plunged into her faster and deeper, holding her close as she came apart at the seams.
This orgasm hit her harder than the first, the shuddering aftermath leading to a very disappointing realization.
Emmett had come with her and she’d missed the entire thing!
“Cheater,” she huffed. “I was trying to make you do that.”
“You did.” He kissed the very tip of her nose.
“My eyes were closed!”
“I know. I watched.” He kissed her chin.
It wasn’t fair that he was the one getting the best show. The next time they did this, she’d be sure not to let him take over.
He slipped free of her warmth and she watched his ass as he padded into the attached bathroom. She considered what a dangerous thought it was to decide she’d have sex with her husband again, but she dismissed the concern just as quickly.
She wouldn’t let him have the last word, no way. She was going to weaken his knees and melt his muscles at least once before they wrapped up this marriage.