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My eyebrows pinched. “You know what you’re doing,” I accused lightly.
She shrugged and gave me a soft, coy smile. “Kind of. Is it working?”
I looked at her, completely charmed, entranced and aroused at her sweet smile and her shy attempts to seduce me. I was pretty certain she’d never given head before, so I shouldn’t be as turned on by her antics, but I fucking was. I think it was because I knew she’d never done it that my dick was as hard as a railroad spike.
“Emmy, do you know what you’re really asking for?” I asked huskily, leaning forward.
“Yes,” she said firmly, putting her empty beer bottle on the table.
“I don’t think you do,” I said, certain I was right.
She cocked her head and gave me a small smile. “Maybe you should show me, just so I’m sure,” she said, moving closer to me on the couch, biting her soft bottom lip as she waited for my answer.
I swallowed, knowing the time to really make a decision had arrived. I was either going to do this or I was going to shut her down and stop this whole thing once and for all, like I had tried earlier tonight.
However, staring at her gorgeous face, her eyes filled with hopeful sensuality, her tongue moving nervously and seductively over her lower lip, I knew there had never been any question. I always knew we were headed here, maybe even from the moment I met her, I knew.
I put down my beer and slid my hand behind her head and pulled her closer, my lips hovering over hers. “Seriously, Emmy, do you want this?” I asked, knowing she understood what this was.
She raised her fingers to my face, lightly stroking my cheek. I pulled back slightly, but allowed the touch. She ran a fingertip across my bottom lip and stared into my eyes—every thought and emotion exposed in her open gaze. “Yes, I want it.”
She wasn’t hiding anything, and it was as captivating as it was terrifying. But even the terror couldn’t keep me from her.
Nothing could right now.
I pulled her to me, slamming my lips on hers and wrapping my arms around her. I felt her arms slide tentatively around me, and though I tensed, I still allowed it. I knew I probably wouldn’t let her do it for long, but a part of me yearned for the feel of her touch.
Her fingertips immediately slid into my hair, which jarred me. I allowed myself a brief moment to enjoy the feel of her fingernails softly raking my scalp before surging to my feet and breaking her loose hold on me.
This was the time for me to slow this down, to apply some reason, but my blood was pumping, probably brought to a fever pitch by the delicate, forbidden touches I kept allowing her to give me.
There was no going back.
I grabbed her hand and slowly pulled her down the hallway to my bedroom, as if I was giving her this small moment to change her mind. It was all she was going to get because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let her go once we started.
As soon as I entered my room, I was already kicking my shoes off and tugging my shirt over my head. She stood still, looking around my room with curious eyes. There wasn’t much to see—it looked more like a hotel room than a bedroom. A bed, a dresser and two nightstands. There wasn’t even a picture on the wall, so I guess it was worse than a hotel room.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked, still completely dressed. I unbuttoned my pants, trying to assess whether she was too nervous to get undressed or if she was so curious about my bedroom, she simply forgot.
“Since you started school,” I said, walking to her and dipping my head to her throat, running my tongue lightly up to her earlobe and biting softly as I slowly started unbuttoning her sleeveless, button-down shirt. I wanted her naked as fast as possible, but I realized, regardless of what happened between us last week, this was all very new to her.
As if waking out of stupor, she looked down at my hands in surprise, then kicked off her own shoes and moved her hands to the button of her jeans but hesitated before unbuttoning them.
I wanted to stop and give her a moment, but all I could do was slide her shirt off and stare at her smooth, pale skin. My hands skimmed over the fragile bones of her shoulders. I pulled her bra strap down, landing biting kisses where it had been as the need for her started to consume me.
I pulled the strap further down and glanced at Emmy, whose eyes were now glassy and unfocused as she stared at me. “Are you okay? Are you sure you want this?”
Every second felt like a decade until she finally nodded her head and smiled. “God, yes,” she breathed out.
That was it. My control was obliterated after hearing the excited breathiness in her voice as she whispered her excitement, her eagerness, her consent.
I gently knocked her hands aside and unbuttoned her pants, quickly pulling them off until she was left in nothing but her pale, delicate bra and panties. I wanted to rip those from her body, as well, but resisted the impulse out of consideration for her lack of experience. I already had a feeling that as we got further into this, I was going to lose more and more control. I needed to exert as much as I could while I was still able.
I had no such hang ups, however, and quickly stripped the rest of my clothes off. She gasped and stared at me, taking in every scar and tattoo. Her eyes widened as she focused on my cock, which jutted out from my body, heavy, throbbing, and absolutely desperate to be inside her.
Before she could get too nervous looking at my overeager dick, I pulled her down on the bed and laid down on top of her. Her hands automatically reached for me, but I quickly grabbed them and held them down on either side of her head.
Her brow puckered at my continued insistence on restraining her, but I quickly slammed my mouth down on her sweetly pouting lips before she could utter the question I’d heard so many times before.