“Careful.”
Alex cocked her head. “Trust me, I won’t drop this. I can’t wait to eat every last bite. I might even lick my plate.”
“That’d be a good way to make me jealous,” Emily said. She didn’t let go of the plate, and Alex glanced down at her hand. When Alex looked up, Emily nearly leaned over the French toast to plant a kiss on her lips. She imagined doing it, imagined how much she’d enjoy it, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. As much as she wanted to prove to Alex that they both wanted the same thing, at least in this moment, she couldn’t cross the line Alex had drawn.
“I was thinking maybe of going with you when you talk to Katherine. Maybe you’d like backup?”
“I can handle Katherine.” As much as she wasn’t looking forward to it, she knew she could tell her what she needed to say.
“Yeah, but I feel responsible for you losing Katherine as a client. Maybe I should have never invited you over. Maybe I messed everything up.”
“Everything that happened this weekend was my choice, Alex.” Finally, Emily let go of the plate. “Except this not touching you part.”
“You touching me would make it a lot harder for me to not want to do more.” Alex glanced from the plate, to the table, and then back to Emily. “Do you want to sit down and eat?”
“Not really.” Emily folded her arms. “I think I should go.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve pretended I didn’t want sex before and I don’t want to do it again. Not with you. With you it’s too damn hard. And I get that you want more than sex. Part of me likes you better because you’re being so stubborn about it. But all I want is to kiss you right now and it’s driving me—”
Alex stepped forward and met Emily’s lips. The plate clattered as Alex dropped it on the counter. Then her hands were on Emily, unfolding her arms and wrapping her in an embrace. Emily’s knees felt weak. Alex’s kiss was everything she wanted.
“I might regret this later, but you have no idea how much I want you,” Alex murmured. She only let Emily have a quick gasp of air before sealing her lips again. Alex pushed her back a step, then another, until Emily’s butt was against the edge of the kitchen table.
“I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Emily said, her body humming with anticipation despite her words.
“I can take care of myself, don’t worry.”
Alex shifted deftly between Emily’s legs. Her next kiss had none of the gentleness she’d had the first night, and her hands felt greedy, wanting to be everywhere on Emily’s body all at once. Alex moved against her, kissing her throat then yanking off the flannel and kissing the skin she’d exposed.
Emily flushed with desire when Alex unzipped her jeans. Thank god she’s not stopping at kissing. Her clit pulsed with need and she nearly pushed herself onto Alex’s hand. She wanted Alex inside her. The sooner the better. Instead of being embarrassed by her need, she suddenly wanted to admit it. To claim the truth. “I want you inside.”
Alex hitched Emily’s jeans down past her hips as she kissed her again. Before Emily could even get Alex’s shirt unbuttoned, Alex had shoved aside her panties. Emily arched into Alex’s hand. She soaked Alex’s palm as she rode her fingers, moaning out her pleasure.
Alex slid in and out, her thumb pressing roughly on her clit as she shifted and then dropped to her knees. She tugged Emily’s jeans all the way down and ripped her underwear off as well. The next moment Alex’s tongue coursed between Emily’s folds.
Emily combed her fingers through Alex’s hair until she gave in to the temptation to grab hold. Alex’s tongue didn’t slow down at all when Emily pulled her hard against her. If anything, she worked harder.
Emily felt the climax rising as Alex worked in circles and strokes. Every time she pushed her hips forward Alex met her, and suddenly she couldn’t hold back. She held Alex against her and came with a scream. Alex moved with her as the orgasm rolled through her body. A long minute passed before she worried that she was hurting Alex. She let off the pressure on the back of Alex’s head, and a shiver went through her as Alex’s tongue whipped over her clit one more time.
When Alex stood up, Emily kissed her. “Damn, that felt good.” She licked her lips, trying to regain herself against the wave rushing through her. “I don’t think I deserved that, but thank you.”
“Oh, we’re not done.” Alex narrowed her eyes. “We’re just getting started.”
Emily gasped when Alex’s hand snaked between her thighs. She didn’t think she wanted more, but when Alex slid into her, her muscles clenched eagerly. “Fuck. That feels good.”
“You feel good. Good enough to have all day long.” Alex lifted Emily up onto the table. She pushed her back a few inches and then slid two fingers inside.
“Fuck. Again.” Emily moaned as Alex pumped harder.
Alex added another finger and Emily didn’t think she could take more, but when Alex said, “You want more, don’t you?” she nodded. Her body begged her to say yes. The way Alex handled her, no loving tenderness, only a mind-numbing appetite to have her, made Emily want to do anything to please her.
Every time Alex rocked into her, she moved with her, following her lead and hoping she’d be able to give enough. She wanted to give her body over completely to Alex’s desires. If there was nothing left after, she wouldn’t complain. This was what she’d needed all along. Alex was way too much and exactly the right amount all at the same time.
“You like it hard,” Alex said.
Emily nodded. She couldn’t manage words and was thankful that Alex didn’t push for that. If she’d asked her to beg, she would have, but one look at Alex and Emily knew she was over the edge too. At least they were both in deep.
“After I get you off, I’m taking you upstairs and making you come all over again. All day…over and over. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Another nod. Emily didn’t know how much she could take, but she wanted it all the same. Her breath came in quick pants and she was coated in sweat. So much for thinking Alex’s cabin felt chilly. No part of her was cold.
She loved how Alex had her pinned, how the table slapped her backside every time Alex rocked into her, how rough and raw everything felt. Wetness dripped down her butt cheeks and her center buzzed. She didn’t know if she’d come again, but she didn’t want Alex to stop.
“Is it messed up if I tell you that I want you to know what you’re missing?” Alex said, her words clipped with her own heavy breathing. “All the things I could do to you…” Before Emily could even nod, Alex continued. “I know you like this. And I know you like me. Even if you don’t want to admit it. But this is only us getting started.”
God, she wanted everything Alex could offer. But wanting someone like Alex wasn’t sane. Surrendering to her was walking a line between pleasure and an abyss. One misstep and she’d be gone. Knowing all that didn’t change what her body wanted, however.
“Say you want it.”
Emily looked up and met Alex’s gaze. The intensity she saw reflected took all words, all thoughts, from her. She tried to rise up, but Alex’s palm pressed against her chest, holding her in place on the table. Her throat went dry as arousal drummed through her. She felt claimed by Alex’s firm grip, in her possession to do with as she liked, and more turned on than ever.
“Do you want this or not?”
Emily couldn’t believe Alex expected her to speak. Clearly, she had no idea how far she’d pushed her, how near an orgasm she was. “I want you.”
Alex swallowed. Something passed in her eyes, then the next moment she moved her hand lower and spread Emily’s folds. Alex’s other hand was still pumping deep inside and Emily was powerless to resist. No part of her wanted to anyway. When Alex’s tongue slid over her swollen clit, she moaned louder than ever.
Alex didn’t let up with her hand, but the whipping on her clit increased as well and Emily felt a storm building inside her. In seconds, she couldn’t hold back. Cum squir
ted out of her. She tried to pull her legs back, cringing with embarrassment, but Alex only moved with her.
“Now that’s what I like,” Alex said. She kissed up and down Emily’s thighs, murmuring more praises.
When Alex pulled out, Emily clenched her legs together, the lingering orgasm sending fresh shockwaves. She accepted Alex’s kisses, but her lips felt as weak as the rest of her and she wondered what to say. Ignoring that she’d ejaculated wouldn’t make it go away, but nothing like that had ever happened to her.
“I’m sorry for—”
“Don’t even think of apologizing. That was amazing. You’re amazing. You needed someone to take you there. All the way.”
“I needed you,” Emily murmured. She was thrown by the rush of emotions swirling in her chest, by how her body responded to Alex, and by how her heart was ready to throw every caution to the wind. She tried to relax back on the table but was aware now how uncomfortable the rough wood planks were. “Next time I want a pillow.”
“Is that so?” Alex kissed her again, then grazed her neck with her teeth, sending a tremor of fresh desire through Emily despite the fact that she was completely spent.
“Yes.” A moment later, she added, “Please.”
Alex smiled. “You can have a pillow. I want you in my bed anyway.”
“So considerate.” Emily was still out of breath, but she wanted more all the same. “But I don’t think I can move at the moment.”
Alex encircled her waist and lifted her off the table. She set her on the ground. “I’d carry you up, but…”
“I love that you could carry me,” Emily said. “But know better than to try.”
Alex tilted Emily’s chin up to her lips. Her deep kiss made Emily tremble all over again. She wrapped her arms around Alex and leaned against her. God, she felt good. So strong, so solid…and so turned on. Emily loved how hungry Alex was for her. She wanted to do everything to pleasure her in return.
“You were holding back the first time with me. I didn’t know how much until now.” Emily relaxed in Alex’s arms, knowing she was letting Alex hold her up and not caring. She could still feel aftershocks between her legs. “I like it when you let go.”
“I’m not feeling done yet.”
“I know. Which makes me very lucky.” In that moment, impossible as it seemed after two orgasms, Emily was ready for more. Every part of her wanted Alex back inside her. “I think you’re going to have to let me eat something first, though. You’re a lot to keep up with.”
“One bite now. We’ll take the plates upstairs.”
“That eager, huh?”
“Do you have to ask?” Alex let go of Emily and went over to the counter where she’d left the plates. She cut a bite of French toast and held the fork out to Emily.
“Oh, that’s good.” Emily let the powdered sugar and butter fill her senses. She opened her mouth for another bite, and Alex complied. After she swallowed, she nodded at the plate. “You’re not going to try any?”
“I don’t want anything to ruin my appetite.” Alex picked up both plates. “Besides, we have all day.”
“You really planning on keeping me in bed all day?”
“Depends entirely on how good you are.” Alex had already started up the stairs but looked back at Emily and added a wink.
Emily scooped up her pants and her underwear and followed. She’d never been issued a challenge quite like that before, but she knew that’s exactly what Alex’s words were. And she wanted nothing more than to be good enough to be kept all day under Alex’s lock and key.
Chapter Thirty-six
“I know we’ll have to leave this room eventually, but I don’t want to. I want to stay here forever.” Emily played with Alex’s hair, running a fingertip up the shaved section at the back and then combing through the longer tousled strands.
Alex didn’t look up at Emily’s words. She’d collapsed after the orgasm took her, and now that she was finally spent, she couldn’t manage even lifting her head. Between Emily playing with her hair and the delicious stirrings in her lower half, she felt close to perfect. And Emily’s words threatened to push her all the way. If only she meant it.
“I like you this way,” Emily said.
“Exhausted?” Alex’s lips curved into a smile, but she didn’t open her eyes.
“Relaxed.”
“I am.” Alex shifted, and she felt Emily clamp her thighs. “Should I not come out?”
“I want you to stay inside me a little longer,” Emily said. “Even if I’m going to be sore later.” She pushed her hips up, wiggled her butt under Alex, and then dropped back to the mattress. When Alex moved again, Emily’s arms wrapped around her. She held tight but let her knees splay further. “My muscles keep clenching. They want to pull you deeper inside.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Alex gave a subtle thrust. Emily purred, her nails digging into Alex’s back.
“I can’t take more, but then you do things like that and I want you to try.”
“Not sure I can give you much more at the moment,” Alex admitted. “That last time was over-the-top good.”
“Even by your standards?”
“In the running for best orgasm ever.” Emily’s smug look made Alex want to add more compliments.
“Better than the sort of orgasms you get in Katherine’s private room?”
“Way better.”
“Can we call her up now and ask if she heard you scream? As messed up as it is, I’d like Katherine to know what I can do to you.”
Alex chuckled. “Go right ahead.”
Emily went back to playing with Alex’s hair. “And I thought I was loud. When you came inside me like that…mmm. So hot.”
“What’s hotter is that you’re letting me stay right here. Inside you.” Alex breathed out. “I like this part the best.”
“My first impression of you did not include that you’d be a snuggler.”
“Yes, but you also thought I was a cocky player.”
“Are you saying I’m a bad judge of character?” Emily arched an eyebrow.
“Maybe.”
“Well, I like being wrong about the snuggling even more than those other things.” She hugged Alex tighter against her. “This I could get used to.”
Alex turned her head to the other side so Emily wouldn’t see the emotion that rolled through her. Why couldn’t Emily see that they had something worth taking a chance on? She clenched her teeth, wishing she could go back to the euphoria of only minutes ago.
She wondered what time it was. Hours must have passed since they’d made breakfast, and her stomach picked that moment to remind her about the uneaten French toast. As hungry as she’d thought she’d been, what she’d needed hadn’t been food. She’d needed Emily.
And Emily had let her have her fill. Over and over. First against the door—they’d hardly made it up the stairs before Alex had needed to have her hands on Emily again. Then on the bathroom counter with Emily pressed against the mirror, on the rug next to the bed, and finally on the bed itself. That’s where she’d lost control, climaxing so hard she collapsed, unable to think and hardly able to breathe. Only now was she coming down from that impossible high.
“Did I hurt you that last time? I kept telling myself to be careful with you and then…”
“And then you let go. I loved it. You make me feel so damn sexy. Like you can’t get enough of me.”
“There’s a reason for that.”
Emily shifted. “As much as I don’t want you to, I need you to come out now.”
Alex kissed Emily’s neck, then her collarbone, then her breast as she slowly eased out. Once she was all the way out, she rolled onto her side and put her hand over Emily’s center. “I want this to be mine all the time.”
Emily laughed. “A little possessive, are you?”
Alex had intended the comment mostly as a joke and was glad Emily went along with it, but the truth in her words settled on the sheets between them. �
��I’m not usually possessive. Or jealous.”
“But you were jealous thinking I was with Lara.”
“And Katherine.”
“I only wanted you that night.” Emily curled on her side, facing Alex. “Katherine told me that you’d get tired of me before long. I hated her for saying it, but I think it’s true. There’s only so many places we can have sex in this cabin.”
“But it’s a big world.”
“And you could show me it all, I’m sure.” Emily caressed Alex’s cheek. “I’d enjoy every minute. And then what?”
“I wouldn’t get tired of you. Katherine’s wrong about that. She doesn’t actually know me that well, she only thinks she does. I want more than sex.”
Emily ignored Alex’s words and rolled on her back. “I don’t know what I did to deserve today, to deserve you, but getting on that plane tomorrow is going to suck.”
“Then don’t get on. Stay here with me. Spend the week.” Alex knew Emily wouldn’t agree, but she had to ask. When the silence stretched, Alex had her answer. Even if expected, the letdown stung. “You hungry?”
“Starved.”
Alex sat up and rubbed her face, scanning the room. She spotted the plates of French toast on the dresser. Right. Breakfast.
She took off the harness and tossed it on the nightstand, then climbed out of bed. Her legs were shaky, but her stomach drove every step. “I think I have orange juice in the fridge.”
“Water’s fine.”
As Alex set the plates on the bed, Emily’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not going to impress you with cold French toast. Could I make you dinner? I’d like to make something fancy for you.”
“You can definitely make me dinner. But I plan on enjoying this French toast first.” Alex forked a bite into her mouth and moaned. It was more room temperature than cold, and several hours old, but still by far the best French toast she’d ever had. She took another bite and moaned again. She’d played up the first moan, but there was no need pretending. “This is delicious. Seriously. You’ve ruined me for French toast now. I never want to eat anyone else’s again. Only yours.”
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