Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“You are so perfect,” he said under his breath.
“Harder,” I said.
He moaned, thrusting again. “Perfect,” he repeated.
Every move he made turned me on, now. With the pain subsiding, I’d entered a new state of desire, where I actually could thrust back against him, too.
I was taking his cock. It made me feel a strange sense of pride, like I had somehow been able to arrive at a place with him where this felt like the only thing that made sense between us.
I loved that we could be like this.
Hating each other at first, then belonging together like this—in the night, when no one else was around.
A wave of emotion washed over me. How long had I been missing this? Missing out on being with someone who had just as much fire in him as I did?
I didn’t just want Emmett like this, I wanted him all of the time.
I liked walking around with him. Talking with him. Arguing with him. I even liked it lately when I saw his damn Porsche, or the God-forbidden Ferrari on the weekends.
Everything I thought I’d hated, I’d gotten a taste for, now. Like a magic trick.
“Mmh,” he hummed deeply now, his body draping over mine, pressing me up against the couch as he fucked me in earnest. He smelled like himself. Vanilla and spice. Warmth, in the middle of the cold.
I felt at home with him here.
“It feels so good,” I uttered in a broken breath.
“I’m so close, Storm,” he said.
“Good,” I said as his free hand found its way to the back of my palm. He gripped my hand tight as he kept thrusting inside me. He moved his hand back, then, leaning upward and hoisting my hips up a little so that he could reach around and touch my cock.
He couldn’t quite get a grip on it from the angle, but the feeling of him touching my cock at all while pounding inside of me was enough to drive me crazy. I put my own fist around my dick and stroked it as he fucked me, desperately needing a release.
“So close,” he repeated above me, and the low sound of his voice sent a shudder through me.
“I am, too,” I said.
“Come for me,” he said as he pushed deep inside me. “I’m going to come deep inside you.”
“Please,” I said, not giving a damn how desperate I sounded.
I could feel his cock thicken as he groaned deeply, and I knew he was coming, filling the condom in me as he let go. I was coming a moment later, spilling over my hand and the blanket on the couch.
Everything was hot. My skin was on fire. My ass felt so full and so used, in the best way. I lost all sense of anything other than him—his perfect scent, his skin, his warmth.
Him. This person who had made the impossible possible for me. And now he had taken me somewhere I’d needed so badly, but never could have arrived at on my own.
He hummed as he slowly pulled his cock out of me. I felt spent on a bone-deep level, but even more emotion was flooding through me now, at an alarming rate.
Emmett padded over to the kitchen, got rid of the condom, washed his hands. He returned with a warm, wet towel, rinsing me off and taking care of me like I mattered to him.
I mattered to him.
Why was that so hard to believe? To internalize?
He gave me a serene smile and went to put the blanket in the wash. When he returned I was almost more anxious than I had been right before he’d pushed inside of me. He was so beautiful. So strikingly handsome. I felt like I’d just been more intimate with him than I had with any other human being in my life, and now I almost didn’t know how to act.
What now?
Did I still matter to him, beyond being a fit body that he could enjoy a good fuck with?
And what the hell was this feeling? It was something like a crush, but almost more nerve-wracking. I’d never given a fuck what anyone thought of me before, but now I desperately wanted Emmett to…
To like me. To want me. To be with me, and not stop being with me.
“Lot of snow out there,” I said, feeling like I needed to break the silence but suddenly feeling so unsure of what to say.
This was exactly the kind of emotion I always avoided feeling. That I’d successfully avoided feeling, for most of my adult life.
Flustered. Embarrassed. All of the things I thought I had always thought I was so above.
“A winter wonderland,” Emmett agreed. “Your most hated thing, right?”
I pulled in a breath, seeing the way Emmett’s eyes looked as he glanced out at the snow and then back at me. He looked more serene than I’d ever seen him. Even on a day where he’d experienced his greatest disappointment, he was able to look like that.