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Chapter 15


If this was a dream, Dwight never wanted to wake.

He had Emmy in his arms, had sampled her kiss. And now, he was tasting her. Her soft moans drove him wild. He desperately wanted inside her, but he needed to bring her pleasure first.

Dwight looked at Emmy to see her eyes closed, her mouth open, and her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. Her hands gripped the wall. He continued teasing her swollen clit with his tongue while running his hands up and down her long, lean legs. The moment he felt her begin to shake, he intensified his efforts.

Her soft scream of pleasure that rushed through her made his cock jump in anticipation. He fought not to bury himself deep inside her right then.

When the last of her tremors subsided, he gave her a final lick and placed a kiss on each thigh before slowly straightening. Then he kissed her, letting her taste herself. Dwight turned her and maneuvered her to the bed.

Gently, he leaned her back, placing a hand on the mattress to stop her from falling. He followed her down, never breaking the kiss. Her hands moved over his back, feeling the scars from his rough-and-tumble world. She slid her foot up his leg in a seductive move that made him groan with need.

She slipped a finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs and moved the band down over one of his ass cheeks. Dwight ended the kiss and got to his feet so he could remove them. When he looked up, Emmy was on her elbows, watching him.

“I could look at you all day,” she said.

He ran his eyes over her curvy body from her full breasts with their dusky-tipped nipples, to the indent of her waist and the flare of her hips, then down those gorgeous legs of hers. “I know how you feel.”

She smiled in response and then motioned him forward by crooking her finger. “There’s a part of you I’ve not gotten to touch yet.”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea right now.”

“Oh?” she asked with a quirk of a brow.

Dwight grinned sheepishly. “It’s been a while for me.”

“Me, too.”

He put a knee on the bed and climbed over her with his hands on either side of her head. Then, slowly, he lowered himself atop her. Her lips parted as she let out a shaky breath. Her hands came up to touch his back. Slowly, she caressed her fingers down to his waist and then to his butt. All the while, they stared into each other’s eyes.

The wanting he felt wasn’t only because he hadn’t had a woman in a while. It was something much more, something deeper. Something … unfathomable.

He couldn’t catch his breath. His heart pounded with anticipation and exhilaration. And his body burned. For Emmy. All for Emmy. He wanted to put every second of this moment to memory.

Dwight ran a hand down her side to her waist. Then he ground his arousal against her belly. Her breath hitched, her fingers sinking into his back.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

With two words, he was utterly lost. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers before deepening the kiss. Flames of desire exploded again the moment their tongues touched. He gripped her hip, his hunger demanding that he claim her body.

He shifted, the head of his cock meeting her sex. To his surprise, she reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his arousal. Her breathing was ragged as she stroked his length. His hips moved in time with her hands. He stilled from the force of the pleasure the instant her thumb swirled over the sensitive head of his rod.

As if realizing that he was on the edge, Emmy guided him to her entrance. Dwight hissed in a breath and tore his mouth from hers at the feel of her hot, wet flesh surrounding him. He lost himself in the feel of her.

Their bodies moved together, the rhythm building faster and faster. Dwight looked into Emmy’s eyes and saw the same yearning he felt within himself. As their bodies moved in a dance as old as time, he realized that he had been slowly falling in love with Emmy. Desire swelled even more as he felt himself tumbling toward his climax.

“Dwight,” Emmy said as she stiffened, pleasure washing over her face.

The instant he felt her body clamping around his cock, he was lost. He gave one final thrust, sinking deep as he gave in to the orgasm. They clung to each other as ecstasy swept them away. It wasn’t until long moments later when their breathing finally returned to normal that he pulled out of her and rolled to his back.

They looked at each other, sharing a smile. He motioned her to him with his head. Emmy rolled to her side and snuggled against him as he wrapped an arm around her, their legs tangled.

“This isn’t how I saw the day going,” he said with a smile.

She chuckled and glanced up at him. “I can’t say I did either.”

“I’m glad you spoke from your heart earlier.”

“Life is too short not to take chances. My mother used to tell me that, and I’ve tried to live my life like that. I didn’t do a very good job of it. I played it safe and rarely took chances. I preferred to stay in my comfort zone because it was easier. I never did anything spontaneous.”

“I’d say going to that first party with Joe was impulsive.”

She snorted softly. “Loneliness pushed me to do that.”

“There’s no shame in that.”

“I had grand plans for my life and the things I wanted to do and try. I haven’t done any of those things.”

He tightened his arm around her briefly. “Your life isn’t over yet.”