“PEPPERMINT?” he called from the kitchen when I closed the door.
“Sure.” We can do our taxes and meal planning while we’re at it, I thought with disappointment. Sex was off the table. So much for that dress I had picked out because of the cleavage it gave me.
He had his back to me in the kitchen, pouring hot water into mugs, but when he turned, his gaze snagged on my bare legs. His t-shirt was big on me but still only came to my thighs.
His gaze darkened before he blinked it away and placed a mug in front of me.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
I stood there, biting my lip, debating whether I should ask. Cold air was brushing against my lady parts. I wasn’t used to going commando.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Do you—” My words broke off. I didn’t want to ask. I could feel my face heating.
“What?”
“Do you have any more decoy underwear?”
A little grin twisted onto his mouth. “Decoy underwear? You going commando right now, Adams?”
My face burned. “I can go get my underwear if you don’t mind Carter’s bedbugs.” I whirled around, and he caught my arm with his hand.
“Don’t you dare,” he said with a husky laugh. “No, I don’t have any more decoy underwear. You’ll have to do without.” His hand rested on my arm, and he stared down at me with an intense expression. His chest was rising and falling, and my pulse beat in my ears.
Why was this a bad idea again?
“You should go to bed.” He continued watching me with a darkened gaze.
I nodded and put my hands on his chest and ran my fingers over the smooth muscle. Jesus Christ, he was ripped. “I should.”
“You’re exhausted.” His fingers tilted my jaw and his mouth came to the sensitive skin on my neck. His teeth nipped it and my breath caught.
The pressure between my legs was back.
“Mhm.” I gently scraped my nails down his abs and the muscles jumped beneath my fingers.
Below the waistband of his sweatpants, his erection was obvious, jutting out. My lips parted and a shiver ran through me.
Fucking hell, I was so, so turned on. There was no way I could sleep, now or maybe ever. I’d lie there in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about what it would feel like for his thick length to slide into me. Even thinking about it now had wetness pooling between my legs.
I swallowed. “Remember when we talked about having an outlet?”
His gaze darkened even further, and he nodded. He leaned down and his hand came to the back of my thigh, brushing up higher, higher, higher over the sensitive skin below my ass before his large palm grasped the flesh.
He breathed out hard. “You have a magnificent ass.”
“An outlet.” My voice sounded huskier than usual. “I need one.”
He brushed his mouth against my neck again and a little whimper escaped my mouth. “It might make things complicated.”
His breath tickled my ear and neck and I shivered again. He smelled incredible, like cedar and deodorant and soap. Masculine, clean, and strong. I could feel the heat from his skin radiating off him. His neck was so close to my mouth, mere inches away, and it would be almost no effort to just—
He groaned as I pressed my lips against his neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his head fell back slightly.
I knew this was a bad idea, but I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted him. My entire body hummed for him, a low vibration that sent shivers to my core and made me do things I normally wouldn’t. The pressure built low in my belly, and we hadn’t even done anything yet. I had never been this turned on before. No one had made me feel like this. I had to relieve the pressure, or I’d explode.
My teeth scraped his skin and he turned and captured my mouth with his. A moan traveled from my throat into his and my hands raked his hair as his tongue slid against mine, tasting me. One of his hands was wrapped in my hair and the other grasped my ass and lifted me onto the counter. He stood between my knees. I only wore a t-shirt and was hyperaware of the wetness between my legs exposed to the air, exposed to Emmett, but he ignored me there, making me want him even more. His mouth was needy, demanding, and assertive, and it sent heat to my center. Wetness and warmth flooded me.
“I need you,” he rasped into my ear, breaking the kiss and pressing a series of them down my neck. “I need you so fucking badly, Avery. I’ve been thinking about this constantly. You have no idea how badly I need this.”
He covered my mouth with his and slicked his tongue against mine. His hands were all over me—in my hair, on my breasts, pinching my nipples. I sighed my response, tilted my head back with closed eyes.
My hands slid into the waistband of his sweatpants and around his cock. It was hot in my hand, heavy and thick, and he shuddered as I stroked his shaft.
He broke our kiss and leaned down to scrape his teeth over my nipple over the t-shirt. I gasped.
“I need to see you,” he rasped out in a low voice, gazing at me with dark eyes, heavy with lust and need.
All I could do was nod. Yes, fucking hell, yes, I needed him to see me, too.
He yanked the t-shirt over my head, exposing my breasts. My nipples were pinched and desperate to be touched. I sat on the counter, naked and open to him, but before I could freak out about that, he tilted my chin up and our gazes locked.
My breath caught. The way he looked at me—I had never been looked at like that in my life. I would have felt it burning me up the way it was now.
Both our chests were rising and falling. His eyes were dark and hot, and he looked drugged. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
My lips parted, watching how he had transformed, and before I could say a word, he lowered his mouth to one of the pinched peaks and my head fell back. He pulled me toward him, the other hand came to my other breast, and I let out a small cry in his kitchen at the pure pleasure of it. I was delirious with need, but this was too good. I couldn’t move while he had his mouth on my breast.
His hand stroked my back and I arched against him, writhing with tension and pressure. My nails scraped the skin of his abs and he shivered under my touch, groaning and gripping me harder, sucking on my nipple and pulling another strangled whimper from me.
My hand slid down again into his waistband and wrapped around his thick length, rock hard and pressing urgently against the front of his pants, and his nails dug into my back. He pulsed in my hand.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Careful.”
I slid my hand up and down the entire length of his cock, heavy in my hand, and his breath was ragged as he leaned his forehead against my chest. “Or what?”
“Fuck, Avery. Fuck,” he groaned again, his fingers tensing on my back.
I continued to explore his cock and listen to the desperate noises coming out of his throat. He was hard, and every movement looked like it caused him pain. His gaze begged me to put him out of his misery.
God, he was so fucking beautiful like this.
“I promise I will be very, very careful,” I said, stroking him with a firmer grasp, and his lips parted.
“That’s it.” His voice was a low growl.
He pulled himself from my grasp. I reached for him, but he slid his hands up my thighs, and his fingers came to my core.
My mind went blank.
I couldn’t move, it felt so good.
“Fuck, Avery, you’re so wet.” His mouth was on my ear as his fingers worked tight, soft circles on my clit. I whimpered, biting my lip and gripping his shoulders while he worked at my core, building the tension within me.
“Oh my god,” I managed, writhing against him. “Oh my god, Emmett, that feels fucking incredible.”
“I love it when you say my name,” he said into my neck, his teeth scraping me. Liquid rushed to my center, and he made a noise of appreciation. “Say it again. I want to hear you say my name when I make you come.”
I didn’t even have the energy to protest. “Emmett,” I moaned, and his fingers plunged inside me. I let out a small cry. “Oh my god. Emmett.”
His fingers plunged in again, locating the button that would undo me, rewarding me.
“Emmett, don’t stop,” I begged, reaching for his cock. “Do not fucking stop.” I grasped his hard length and stroked.
“I won’t,” he rasped. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” His fingers continued to pulse against my front wall, making me light-headed with pleasure, and his other hand returned to my slick clit. Short, sharp whimpers were spilling out of my mouth. The pressure in my core was so strong, I could barely stand it. All-consuming. I couldn’t think, I didn’t know what month it was, I was only focused on how incredible his hands felt and how I’d do anything to come right now.
“I can’t handle this, it’s too good.” I leaned my head against his chest. My hand moved faster on his cock, but he pulled it away.
“Not yet,” he growled. “You first.”
I reached for him again and his fingers moved faster and more urgently over my slick center. I moaned as the tension built and wrapped my hand around him once again. He increased the pressure both on my center and with his fingers inside me, pushing against my G-spot urgently. I stroked him hard, and he pulsed in my hand.
He glared at me. “Don’t you dare fucking make me come first.”
I liked this side of Emmett, this angry, furious version of him. I knew I’d replay this moment again and again.
“I’m barely touching you.” My voice was breathless and ragged.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he gritted out.
I could feel myself tipping.
He leaned his forehead against mine. His eyes were black. “I’m going to make you come so hard that from now on, you think about me when you do.” His fingers worked faster, sliding across my folds and stroking the button inside me. I could barely breathe, it felt so good. I was wound so tight.
I gasped for air. His fingers were so intense. My hand stroked his throbbing cock, and I couldn’t wait to have it inside me. But for now, I just wanted him to relieve the pressure coiling around my spine. My skin prickled and was on fire at the same time. Electricity shot up and down my limbs, and my legs started to shake.
“Emmett,” I whispered. I could feel myself tipping. I wrapped my legs around him.
“Louder,” he demanded. His cock strained in my hand.
I moaned in response, my forehead falling against his chest. “Please.”
“Say it.” His fingers eased up and I whimpered in protest. “You know what to do.”
I needed to come. I needed it so badly. Humans weren’t meant to be on the precipice of extreme pleasure for so long. I hated him for dangling it in front of me like this.
“Emmett.” His name rang out of my mouth in desperation.
He responded by increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers and I fell over the edge. I was frozen, my mouth open in a silent scream and my limbs paralyzed. I fell back, and one of his arms wrapped around to catch me while the other stayed buried within me. I pulsed around his fingers, clenching him and moaning against his chest as I came.
My hand stayed wrapped around his thick length the entire time and as the waves of intense orgasm began to subside, I stroked him hard and fast. He clutched me harder to him.
He groaned against me, and his head fell to my shoulder as hot liquid spilled over my hand. He shuddered and a smug grin spread across my face. He lifted his head to look at me. We were both breathing heavy, trying to catch our breath.
Making Emmett come was my new addiction. The way he lost control under my hand, the way he shuddered against me, the way his perfect exterior cracked and he let the primal need shine through—I needed more.
“That was fun.” My voice shook, just like my legs.
He sagged against me, his mouth against my neck. “Nice work, Adams.”
We caught our breath for a few moments before he lifted me up off the counter, pressing soft, sweet kisses up and down my neck while carrying me upstairs. Our tea sat on the counter in the kitchen, cold and forgotten.
We crawled into Emmett’s bed, and he flicked the light off. He pulled me against his chest, and I listened to his heartbeat, the slow thumping lulling me to sleep. I refused to worry about what this meant for us, where we were going, or what would happen. All I could think about was how content I was, and how I couldn’t wait to do it again.
