by Ravenna Tate
She didn’t protest, which meant either she secretly agreed with him, or she couldn’t find the words to refute him. And he didn’t believe the latter for a second. He’d never known Emmi to be at a loss for words, especially when she believed in what she was defending. It was one of the reasons he loved her, and why he knew she’d make one hell of an attorney.
“Digger, I get what you’re saying, but you can’t compare piano lessons with a relationship anymore than you can compare playing in a band with being a hired killer.”
“Sam believes in what he’s doing. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have made you choose. He wouldn’t have left you behind to pursue this. And if I hadn’t stuck with the piano, I never would have found the passion for it deep within myself.”
“The connections are still tenuous.”
“But they are present.” He really didn’t want to point out the obvious again, that her father had done the same thing multiple times in his life, but he was out of comparisons so he did it anyway. “You don’t hold it against your family.”
This time, she didn’t say anything, except, “I know.”
“Okay. So why is it so difficult with me?”
She sighed. A loud noise that moved her entire body with it. “Digger, I defied them with Sam because he wasn’t someone they’d ever want me to be with. He was my ticket out of this life. Away from everything it stands for.”
“And I represent it as much as your family does.”
“Exactly.”
“But you can’t walk out on your family.”
“I can, but that’s not what I want to do.”
“They’re your family. You love them.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m not family. You can put me aside easier.”
Her gaze cut to that box again. What was in there? “You’re not blood, but you’re still family. My parents think of you as the son they never had.”
His dick was rock hard now, and the urge to pump his fist in the air was strong. But that didn’t mean she’d changed her mind. Not yet.
“So why am I that easy to dismiss out of hand?”
So many emotions crossed those beautiful eyes he couldn’t process one of them. But he knew one thing he hadn’t known earlier. He’d touched her. Deep inside. Somehow, inexplicably, he’d touched a part of her resistance that he’d never reached before now.
What was left to say? He had no clue. So instead, he decided to kiss her again, and see what happened. But just as Digger bent his head to touch her lips with his, the power went out and the spell was broken.
Chapter Seven
“Oh!” Emmi stepped back, glancing around the room. “The generators should kick on…”
And there they went. The lights flickered a couple of times, but then stayed on. Her mother came into the room from down the hall.
“Well, that’s that. It’s cold sandwiches or meals that don’t need heating up for the next few days.”
“We’ll finish the decorations for you so you can consult with the Lewis and Dani.”
Her mother shot her a grateful look. “Thank you, Emmi. That’s very considerate. But are you sure I haven’t left you two with too much work for one day?”
“We don’t have anything else to do. Go on.” The fact that her mother didn’t take the segue Emmi had given her to suggest she cuddle up somewhere private in the house with Digger proved how distracted she was by the power outage.
After her mother left the room, Digger tried to pull Emmi into his arms, but she moved away. “Let’s get this done. She’ll be anxious until the storm is over and the electricity is back on. I don’t want to give her one more thing to worry about.”
“The fucking decorations can wait. You were just about to let me kiss you.” Digger grabbed her and pulled her close, cupping her face with one hand.
“Digger, for God’s sake! Let me go.” Except that’s not what she wanted. Not at all.
“Look me straight in the eyes, tell me you don’t want to kiss me again, and I’ll let you go.”
She opened her mouth but no words came out, because the simple truth was that she did want to kiss him again. And much more than that. “Why do you have to be so damn condescending?”
“I’m not trying to be. Merely holding up the truth for you, Emmi.”
“Your truth.”
“Yours, too.” He bent his head and clamped his mouth on hers, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her. Digger was so damn sexy this way! Assertive, blunt, forcing her to admit her needs and desires. Because she sure as shit wasn’t facing them on her own.
She wrapped her arms around his muscled torso and moved her lips over his, loving the sensation of wild abandonment it created. Her clit throbbed and her pussy was soaked by the time he slid his tongue into her open mouth. She moved closer, rubbing against the rock-hard bulge in his jeans. He moaned before releasing the kiss to trail his lips down her neck.
“Emmi, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing.”
Digger slid his left hand down her back and rested it on her ass cheek. Emmi wrapped her arms tighter around his torso and pushed closer, kissing his chest through the sweater. He planted tiny kisses along her jaw line. “If you’re not teasing, we should go up to your room.”
She wiggled out of his grasp and took a couple of steps back, trying to get her breathing and her thoughts under control. “One thing you need to understand if we do. This is just sex.”
“Okay.”
“Really? ‘Cause you haven’t been talking like that would be okay.”
“I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
“I’m not going to change my mind just because we fuck. Digger, I don’t want to lead you on.”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a few seconds. “Understood.” She’d been absolutely certain he was about to say something entirely different.
“I’m not kidding, Digger. This is all I can give you.”
“I know that.”
Footsteps had Emmi rolling her eyes. She must be out of her fucking mind. There was no privacy in this damn house. Her mother walked into the room again. “Eddie is driving me next door. Mrs. Nichols is alone in the house, and her power is out, too. She called me just now, panicked.”
The Nichols were their neighbors, and their house was a ten-minute walk in dry weather.
“Why is she alone?” asked Emmi. Mr. Nichols had been in and out of the hospital several times in the past few months.
“Mr. Nichols tried to drive into the city this morning to get some work done before it snowed too hard, and now he’s stuck in heavy traffic. He’s all right, though. His phone is charged, and he said he’s going to get a hotel room until the roads clear. But she’s a wreck over it. I’m going to go and sit with her until we know he’s safely in a hotel. Your father is in his office, and the rest of the staff are here. Will you be okay?”
“Yes,” said Emmi, resisting the urge to smile. “We’ll be fine. Tell Mrs. Nichols my thoughts are with her and her husband.”
After she left, Emmi walked over to the windows and watched the snow. Was having sex with Digger another huge mistake? She didn’t believe for one second that he was okay with sex only. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her, sending fresh desire racing through her body.
But was that because she missed sex, or were her feelings for him stronger than she understood? Why was everything so damn confusing?
“The snow is beautiful,” he said.
“Yes. It is.”
He’d always wanted her, but he’d never been this obvious or vocal about it while she’d been with Sam. That said a lot about him. It was respectful for the relationship she’d had, even if he sided with her parents that Sam had never been good enough for her.
And that was part of why this was so damn confusing. Underneath that rough exterior, and aside from what he did for a living, lurked a true gentleman. A very patient gentleman, who would now do anything to have
her.
“Let’s go watch it from your room.”
Emmi turned in his arms and gazed into his handsome face. “Why did you change your mind?”
“About what?”
“About what you want from me?”
He sighed out loud and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I didn’t change my mind. I want you so fucking badly that I’ll take what you’re willing to give.”
“In the hopes I change my mind about you.”
“Yeah. Okay?” He was pissed off now. “Is that so damn wrong?”
“It’s not fair to either of us.”
“I disagree. We’re filling a need we both have. Let’s see where it takes us.”
“It’s not taking us anywhere, Digger.”
They locked gazes, but this time, she couldn’t read the expression in his eyes. A question she’d wondered about earlier popped into her head, so she asked it. “Why haven’t you ever brought over a girlfriend? Have you dated anyone seriously? Why haven’t we heard about someone special in your life, in all these years?”
He shook his head and let out a sound that was half laugh, half snort. “Emmi, the only woman I’ve ever been remotely interested in, beyond casual sex, is you.”
Jesus. “So all this time you’ve simply been waiting around for me to be free?”
“Yes.”
The magnitude of that tiny word hit her right in the gut. “What if I’d married Sam?”
“You never would have married Sam.”
Ouch. The fact he was right didn’t take the sting out of his statement. “How the hell do you know?”
“Because your father would never have let it happen, for starters. And even if he had, I knew the second I met Sam he’d never marry you.”
Her pulse raced. How had he so easily seen that when she hadn’t? All those years… “Why is that?”
“Because he’s a little boy who never grew up. He has no clue what he gave up in you. And by the time he comes back with his tail tucked between his legs, begging for a second chance, it’ll be too late.”
“He’s following his dreams.”
“Bullshit. He doesn’t have what it takes to make it. Are you really going to tell me you think differently?”
“I wouldn’t know. The music industry today isn’t what it used to be. It’s all about marketing, and whether you can amass a following on iTunes or YouTube.”
“He’ll be back home by summer. But by then, you’ll realize what a waste he is and we’ll be together.”
Even though Emmi sighed, his confidence was seductive. Or maybe it was just her hormones talking, because she wasn’t sure they’d make it to her room if they didn’t leave right now. She couldn’t fight it any longer. “All right. As long as you understand this is just sex.”
“I understand.”
“Then let’s go.”
His hand was warm in hers as they made their way up the stairs. Emmi tried not to overthink, but it was difficult. She’d never felt this way around him. At least, she’d never let herself feel this way. Digger was a good-looking guy, and very sexy. But she’d never gone there in her mind because she’d been with Sam.
It was liberating to do so now. Maybe this was exactly what she needed, even if it wasn’t entirely what he wanted? She certainly wasn’t getting over Sam on her own, and she wanted to. She needed to. It was time to accept what he’d done to her and move on. Everything Digger had said downstairs was true, and she knew it.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Digger pushed her up against it and pinned her arms overhead, holding her wrists in strong hands. He kissed her like he might never have the chance to again. Emmi moaned loudly and shoved her tongue into his mouth, while her pussy grew wetter still.
Every nerve ending in her body was alive. They would never make it to the bed, and she didn’t even give a shit. She wanted him inside her, right fucking now.
Chapter Eight
Digger had never been this aroused. His dream woman … his all-consuming passion for years was pressed up against a door, kissing him like she was out of her mind with the need to fuck. He couldn’t think. He could hardly fucking breathe.
He trailed his tongue down her neck, following that with moving his hands slowly down her arms and across her breasts. The loud moan escaping his lips couldn’t be helped. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you?”
She shook her head, her beautiful dark eyes filled with lust. He’d been waiting a long time for that, too. To see her look at him that way. It was almost too much to handle. “All my life, Emmi.”
Digger massaged her breasts through the sweater, watching her face the entire time. Any sign of going too far, too fast, and he’d back off. As much as he wanted to possess her, he would not fuck this up. If he did, he wasn’t certain when or if he’d get a second chance. “I need to see these.”
When she didn’t flinch or protest, he brushed his hands down to the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head. Smiling at the pretty lace bra, he eased the straps down over her shoulders, slowly.
“Digger, please … for the love of God.”
Dare he believe his ears? Was she impatient at how carefully he was proceeding? He cupped her breasts again through the lace. “For the love of God, what?”
“Fuck me. Please!”
He nearly came in his pants. Digger’s mind went blank except for unbridled lust. He turned her around and pulled down her jeans, taking her panties with them. The need to be inside her outweighed all rational thought.
“Condom,” she said, her voice breathless. “You probably want to use one, right?”
What? “Fuck.” He had to take several deep inhales before his brain would work. “Do you have any in here?”
“No.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He hadn’t brought any with him. Why the fuck would he, after all? This was completely unexpected.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. Shit. I’ve never had sex with anyone but Sam, and I know one hundred percent he never cheated on me.”
He’d had a feeling that was the case, but hadn’t wanted to embarrass her by asking. “Okay. Are you all right with me not using one? Because I can’t wait any longer.” He had to have her, right fucking now, and he suspected the information about Sam being the only man she’d ever fucked had slipped out only because of the circumstances.
“Yes. I’m okay with it if you are.”
Fuck it. He had no reason to think she was lying to him about being on the pill, or about not having any social diseases. “I am.”
Every fantasy he’d ever had surrounding this woman was about to come true. When he brushed his hands over her upper thighs, Emmi cried out in pleasure. It was too much. His self-control was fucking gone. “Bend over.”
As she did, shivers ran down his spine. He’d bet good money she’d never done anything this raw or spontaneous with Sam. He removed her bra and cupped her bare tits from behind, eliciting more cries and moans from her. His pulse raced, and sweat broke out along his hairline. “Oh my God, these are fucking incredible.”
“That feels so good!”
Digger massaged the mounds of flesh he’d longed to touch for years until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He pulled down his zipper and freed his dick before sliding two fingers into her pussy. The velvety softness was slippery as hell.
“Oh fuck. You’re so goddamn wet!”
“As if I can help that.”
He’d done that to her. Him. Daniel Basile. No one else. She did want him. His body, at least. And today he’d take that because the rest would come in time.
Digger gripped her pussy from behind and thumbed her clit, nearly coming on the floor when she moaned loudly and pushed back against him. He’d found the right spot so fucking easily. He massaged her clit for a few seconds, nuzzling her neck, but he was losing it quickly. He had to be inside her.
When he slid his dick into her pussy, she cried out and replanted her hands on the door. “Oh my God, Emmi. That
feels so fucking good!”
“Good” was not an adequate word for the sensation of finally being inside his Emmi. Digger couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s exquisite.”
Exquisite. Digger took that word in and savored it as he held onto her right hip with one hand. He kept up the pressure on her clit while he fucked her, slowly at first, letting her get used to his length and girth. He had no clue how big Sam’s dick was, but he doubted they’d had an adventurous or exciting sex life. Oh, the things he would teach his Emmi!
But after a few seconds, it was almost too much for him to deal with. He’d waited so long for this, and now that it was here, he barely had any self-control. “Goddamn, you are so tight!”
How long had it been since she and Sam had fucked? He’d only been gone a few weeks.
“Oh my God,” she said. “Oh fuck. I’m coming…”
Yes! Was there anything more amazing than making a woman come? Digger didn’t believe so. When her orgasm crashed over both of them, he held back as long as he could, but it didn’t take long before he reached the point of no return. He pumped his jizz into her with loud cries that matched her own.
Her body was slick as Digger pressed against her, nuzzling her neck. They had nothing now except time. He’d take it slowly in a few moments when he fucked her again, and he’d test her limits.
The images racing through his mind of what he wanted to do to her sent fresh desire coursing through him as he picked her up in his arms. She laughed when he side-stepped to her bed.
“Is something funny?”
“The way you’re walking.”
“My jeans are unzipped. You want me to fall?”
“No.” She was still giggling when he dumped her onto the bed and tore off his clothes. She lay there watching him, sprawled out, with a very wanton look on her beautiful face. Her pussy was wet with his cum and her juices. Digger had never seen anything so fucking glorious in his life.
He knelt between her legs and clamped his mouth on her labia, not giving a shit that he tasted his own cum. Fuck it. She cried out and grasped his hair as he licked her clit and slid two fingers into her tight, wet hole. When he sped up the tongue action on her swollen bud, she moaned loudly and pushed her hips closer to his face.