WE STAYED AT THE BEACH, Avery sitting between my legs, locked against me until the sun set and the sky darkened and she shivered against my chest. We made our way back to the car by the light of our phone flashlights and drove home in content silence with my hand resting on her leg. After a few moments, her hand settled over mine, and she shot me a soft smile.
My heart flipped over in my chest. “You’re beautiful.”
She gave me a rueful smile and looked out the window.
“You don’t believe me?” I glanced between her and the road. “I’m going to keep saying it until you do. You’re beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes with a grin. “Okay, okay. I believe you.”
I squeezed her leg. “Good.”
We got home, and when she paused in front of the door, waiting for me to unlock it, I tilted my chin at her. “Use the keys I gave you.”
I watched as she fished her keyring out of her bag and unlocked the door. It was so satisfying to see her do that, but I couldn’t figure out why.
It’s because she’s mine. It’s because her living here feels right.
Desire unfurled in me, desire I had kept in check all night. I didn’t want to contain it anymore, though. I wanted to show Avery how fucking flawless she was. I was going to show her she was mine.
We stepped into the dark house, and the moment she set her bag down, my hands were on her shoulders, turning her to me. I tilted her chin up, and she let out a soft gasp a split second before my mouth covered hers.
She relaxed against me, her perfect tits pressing into my chest as my arms wrapped around her, and my mouth brushed her soft, full lips.
“Hi,” she breathed against my mouth.
“Hi,” I murmured back.
I could get used to this.
I kicked the front door closed behind us and pulled Avery with me toward the stairs, kissing her and moving my hands over her. I needed to touch all of her, I needed to make her moan the way she did the other night with my fingers in her tight wetness. I reached up and brushed her nipple, and she jerked with a small cry against my mouth.
My cock was uncomfortably hard. We needed to get upstairs faster. My tongue slicked against hers before I tugged her hair back, opening her deeper to me. She nipped my bottom lip with her teeth. My cock ached and I groaned.
I stooped down, grabbed her ass, and hauled her up. Her legs looped around my waist and I carried her up the stairs.
“I want you,” she murmured against my mouth, and my cock strained again. “I need you to make me come again.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I broke our kiss to press my mouth along her neck. She gasped. “I can’t wait for you to come on my face.”
She moaned and rubbed against me. I stepped inside my bedroom before gently lowering her to the bed. I whipped her top off and she laughed in surprise.
“Eager.” Her voice was low.
My mouth came to her cleavage and her head fell back.
“You have no fucking clue how eager. I’ve been thinking about this since you came around my fingers.”
I pressed kisses along the soft, supple flesh above her bra, and her breath came out in little gasps. Her hands fisted my hair, pulling and making me groan against her skin. I could barely handle it, this delicate game of indulging my need to claim her and drawing it out to torture her with pleasure. I was grinding myself against the bed like a teenager. I flipped the clasp of her bra and her delectable tits popped out. One of the tight peaks pinched when I slid my tongue over it, and she cried out in the dark bedroom.
A low chuckle rumbled out of my throat. Fucking hell, I loved this. I loved making her breathless and hungry. Every cell in my body, every drop of blood craved this like water, like air.
When my mouth left her nipple, she groaned with protest.
“Pants off.” I worked at her fly. “Now.”
She laughed, low and husky. “Demanding.” She moved to slip them off.
In the dim moonlight, I could barely see her, so I reached across the bed and flicked the light on. The room illuminated with warm lighting, and I gazed upon her face, flushed with parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
She gave me a heated look and her hands came to my belt, undoing the buckle while holding eye contact. My cock pulsed and I yanked my shirt over my head.
“Your body is amazing,” she sighed, sitting up and pressing kisses over my abs. My hands came back to her breasts, and I rolled her tight little nipples in my fingers, pulling gasps from her mouth before I pushed her shoulders back so she was lying down again.
My gaze snagged on her black lace underwear.
“Adams.” My voice caught. “Are these the decoy underwear?”
She gave me a wicked smile. “Yes.”
Lust roared through me and my eyelids fell closed. The thought of my sweet, sexy little Avery wearing underwear I bought for her—my control nearly broke. I swallowed and mentally moved half my net worth to an account reserved for buying Avery lingerie. Why hadn’t I thought of this before?
Her hands slid over my chest and her mouth covered mine again. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
I grinned against her mouth before breaking our kiss. I needed to give her more than just kisses. I kneeled on the floor and looped my hands behind her knees before dragging her to the edge of the bed. Her breathing was shallow.
Avery was always so in control. She was so independent and never let anyone help her. I suspected from the way her head fell back, she enjoyed me being in control.
So did I.
I slid my fingers up her thigh and her breath caught. I skimmed the black lace and found her hot, damp center. Her mouth made an O and she inhaled sharply.
“You’re wet. Your underwear is soaked.” I ran my finger over the damp fabric, and she moaned and nodded. My voice was low and teasing. “Adams, are you turned on or something?”
“Or something. Stop teasing me,” she bit out as my fingers drew circles over the fabric.
My own control teetered on the edge, and my body longed to sink into her and thrust until she filled the bedroom with cries, but I needed to draw this out. Seeing Avery’s desire was a drug to me, and I needed to toy with her until she was in a frenzy. I needed her control to snap first.
“Is something wrong?” I asked with innocence, slipping my arm beneath her back to pull her toward me. My mouth came to her nipple again and she cried.
“Emmett,” she growled.
“What do you want, Adams?” My tongue worked fast against her nipple and her breath came out in shudders.
I’d give her what she wanted, but I was going make her beg for it.
“More,” she groaned and thrust against my fingers. I pulled my hand back and she fell back against the bed in anguish. “Emmett!” She was pissed now, and I grinned big at her.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to lick me until I scream.”
Her underwear was off before she realized it and the whimpery moan that came out of her throat when my mouth met her slick pussy? I’d remember that sound until the day I died.
My tongue worked fast over her folds, dragging her wetness up and down over her clit as she wrenched underneath me, gasping. One hand rolled her nipple and the other slid between her legs. I slipped a finger into her core. She arched and gasped.
“Is this what you wanted?”
She moaned. I removed my finger from her.
“Emmett.” Her voice was hard and furious. She lifted her head to glare at me and I gave her the slyest, most wicked smile.
“Is this what you wanted?” I repeated slowly, sliding the finger back inside her, locating her G-spot and pressing.
Her eyes closed and she collapsed back onto the bed. “Yes.” Her back arched and her tits were thrust toward heaven. “Emmett, don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t. Nothing could drag me away from between Avery’s legs. Her pussy was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, and I ate her up. Her moans filled my ears and she raked my hair, making me shudder. I was so turned on it was almost blinding, but I worked to make Avery come like it was my life’s purpose. I pressed harder inside her, adding a second finger, and her wet cunt clenched me like a vise. My tongue swiped circles in her liquid, dragging across her silk, and her thighs tightened around my head.
I sucked on her clit, and she jerked in response, fluttering around my fingers.
“I’m coming, Emmett, I’m coming.” She gasped for air. “Emmett, Emmett, Emmett.” She wove a spell around me with her words as her core gripped me and she shuddered. Her legs clamped around my head, and I let her ride out the orgasm, only removing my mouth when her gasps stopped and she relaxed against the bed.
The content sigh she made as her eyes fluttered closed, chest still heaving for air? I heard that sigh in my soul. That sound was my doing.
My cock ached with the need to fill her core. I needed to feel her clench my cock the way she had clenched my fingers.
“All done?” I stood and lowered myself over her on the bed, then pressed a soft kiss on her collarbone.
Her eyes opened and she gave me a heated look before she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked. “Not even close.”
She stroked again, hard, and my breath exploded out of me. I was closer than I realized. Going down on Avery had pushed me to the brink and pleasure coiled around the base of my spine. “Avery, no. I’m not going to last.”
She lifted her chin to me in challenge, stroking again. “So don’t.”
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She pushed her hips up and I felt her wet center drag against my length. My head fell forward beside hers.
“Don’t tease me like that.” My eyes were wrenched closed. My control hung on by a thread.
Her gaze was full of fire as she slid herself against me again. “Do you want to fuck me?”
My hips jerked. “More than anything.”
Her legs parted further beneath me. “So do it.”
“Condom?” I rasped. Fucking hell, I could barely hold on. Her pussy was so hot and slick against my cock, and I could barely breathe with the need to bury myself within her.
She gave a jerky nod and I yanked the bedside drawer open, ripped the foil open, and rolled it over myself.
“Hurry up,” she urged, her lids heavy.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. I positioned myself at her center and slowly pushed into her tight wetness.
“Yes,” she breathed, adjusting her hips to accommodate me. “Fucking yes.”
“Tight.” I rasped. “Fuck, Avery, you’re so tight and wet.”
I slid out and back in and she arched with a little cry. My soul left my body as pleasure rattled through my veins. I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe, all I could do was slide in and out of her tight core as she clenched me. Her hand came to her clit and I pushed it away.
“Mine.” I swirled my fingers over her clit.
She cried out and I plunged into her again. Pressure grew around the base of my spine and every nerve ending in my body lit up. I could feel it happening, growing within me, but I couldn’t. Not until Avery came again. She had to come again. I had to see that sweet little mouth part as she fell over the edge again.
I paused, pulling her knees up beside me so I could sink deeper and when I thrust again, she gave a sharp cry of delight.
“Right there.”
My fingers worked faster, and her whimpers made my cock even harder. I was so fucking close, but I held on as hard as I could, waiting for her as I filled her again and again. She jerked against me, mouth parted and eyes closed tight. She jerked again, and her eyes opened, gazing up at me through a haze. She was so fucking beautiful. She was everything to me, she was all I thought about, and now I had tasted her and sunk deep inside her, I had changed. I needed this every day, forever. Everything would be second to this.
Her orgasm racked through her, and she clenched me hard, crying out my name into the bedroom. I let myself lose control, thrusting into her. My pleasure followed right behind, rippling through me as I shuddered my release into her. Stars burst behind my eyes, rendering me unable to speak, think, and do anything but push into her and spill into her core.
When the waves subsided, my head fell forward onto the bed. We both strained to catch our breaths. Something had happened. Something was different with us and deep inside me. My DNA had rearranged the second I slid into her, and we were connected. I was different. I wasn’t the pre-Avery Emmett, and I hadn’t been for a long time.
She sighed with satisfaction, and I grinned against her ear.
“Great work,” I told her, and she laughed.
“You did all the work.”
I lifted my head to look down into her eyes. She beamed at me with flushed cheeks and drowsy eyes.
Cold fear bit at the edges of my consciousness.
I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to do this every day with Avery, forever.
This feeling, there was only one name for it. I swallowed.
The cold spread in my chest as I looked into her eyes. I was in love with her, and I wanted to marry her for real.
Shit.
“You should stay here for a bit,” I spoke without thinking. “For a few weeks after the wedding.”
She watched me with a thoughtful expression.
“To sell it,” I lied.
She gave me a soft smile and nodded. “Okay.”
I relaxed and dropped a gentle kiss on her mouth. “Okay.”
She fell asleep wrapped around me, her steady breaths slowing, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking. This was still a deal to Avery, so I couldn’t tell her the truth. I glanced down at her and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. In her sleep, she made a quiet mmm of satisfaction, and my chest panged.
I couldn’t tell her the truth, but I could enjoy every second I had with her.
