Her Way (19 page)

Emma remained quiet as they walked out of the house and got into the truck. She sat rigidly, fists in her lap, staring straight ahead. It wasn’t until they were nearly home when her composure cracked. Her shoulders slumped and she bent forward to scrub her hands over her face.

“I can’t believe them.” She dropped her hands into her lap and turned toward him. “I’m so sorry. God, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” he assured.

“Yeah, I do. They had no right to speak to you that way, to say the things they did.” Her head thunked against the headrest and she let out a long sigh. “God, why did I agree to this stupid dinner?”

He laughed. “Because it’s what you do when things get serious in a relationship—you meet each other’s family. You learn, and deal with, each other’s baggage.”

Her lips curved. “So we’re ‘serious’?”

“Where have you been?” he teased, reaching over to run his fingers along her thigh. “We spend enormous amounts of time together, I’m practically living at your house and, let’s face it, the sex is out of this world.”

She pressed her lips together and a sweet blush crept into her cheeks. A light snort escaped, and Will felt a huge amount of tension leave his body.

“And you…” he drawled, “told me you loved me.”

Her eyes widened then drifted shut. “Will.”

“Well, in my world, that spells serious.” He worked his palm up beneath her skirt, savored the smooth, hot skin.

She slapped her hand over his, halting its progress. “Stop.”

He pulled into her driveway and, pulling his hand free, put the car in park and unbuckled. Turning toward her, he quirked a brow. “Stop what, exactly?”

“You know what.” Emma undid her seatbelt and got out of the truck. The last thing she needed after the craptastic family dinner was Will teasing her about her slip earlier. As if her brothers acting like asses wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had to add to the evening saying
that
. She shouldn’t have said anything, never mind that it was completely and utterly true.

Once inside, she strode straight to the kitchen. Will came in just as she was pouring wine.

“Want one?” She held up her glass, took a large gulp then struggled not to wince. Okay, too big a gulp there.

He crossed the room, removed the glass from her hand and set it on the counter. Cupping her face, he leaned forward. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” she protested.

“Okay, don’t be annoyed,” he murmured then brushed his mouth over hers.

Her lips parted on a sigh, and gripping the waistband of his pants, she pulled him closer. “Make me feel something else then,” she challenged and nipped his lower lip.

One hand delved into her hair, fisting tightly. He pulled her head back and smoothed the other hand along her throat, down between her breasts, over her stomach to cup her intimately. Her clit twitched and she tilted her hips into his touch. He lowered his head and kissed along her collarbone.

“What do you want to feel, sweetheart?” he whispered.

“You,” she gasped as he bit down where neck met shoulder. Moisture flooded her pussy, and her legs threatened to give way.

She whimpered in protest when he removed his hands and straightened. He stepped away and hungrily ran his gaze over her body. Another twitch, and a sweet clench low in her belly had her on edge

“Bedroom,” he ordered, his voice hoarse and strained.

“What’s wrong with right here?” She reached for him and he took another step back.

“I’ve plans for you, and they don’t include a quick fuck against the counter. As enjoyable as that would be. Now,” he crossed his arms, “bedroom.”

Emma stared at him a moment, lip caught between her teeth, then unsteadily walked past him toward the stairs. As she made her way up, she heard him behind her and added a little extra sway to her hips. His answering chuckle danced along her nerves, added to the excitement burning inside her.

Inside her bedroom, she stopped next to the bed and turned to face him. His shirt was already free of his waistband and his hands were working the buttons. She drank in the sight of his chest, revealed inch by inch, and licked her lips, anticipating how his skin would feel, taste, as she lapped at him. Once he’d shrugged the garment off, he reached for his belt buckle. She groaned when his hands stilled.

“Take your clothes off.” His voice, though soft, seemed to fill the room and glide over her skin like a caress.

Emma kicked her shoes to the side and slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. As she let it fall to her feet, she watched raptly as he undid his pants. His erection sprang forward as he shoved them and his boxers past his hips.

Her breath hitched when he, completely nude, stepped in front of her. Her gaze zeroed in on the bead of moisture that clung to the thick head of his cock. Without thinking—
who the hell could think when faced with this?
—she reached out. Catching the drop with a finger, she then brought it to her mouth. God, the taste of him… It burst on her tongue, salty and intoxicating, and she wanted more. She’d never get enough.

Just as she was about to kneel before him, he took hold her shoulders and shook his head.

“You didn’t finish taking your clothes off,” he scolded.

“You distracted me,” she said sweetly.

“Mm hmm.” He turned her away and flicked the clasp of her bra.

Guiding the straps down her arms, he released her breasts, only to catch them in his palms. His cock pressed against her ass and she arched her back, pushing simultaneously against his erection and his hands.

He tweaked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pumped once, twice against her ass. Her pussy tightened, desperate to be filled, taken by him. Then he slid his hands down to her hips. He caught her panties and, as he lowered them, he dropped kisses along her spine. His breath washed over her ass as he lifted her legs, one at a time, out of the undergarment.

He rose, trailing his palms up the outside of her legs, then circled to stand in front of her.

“You take my breath away. Stop,” he said sharply when she started to shake her head. He took a step closer until her nipples brushed his chest. “Don’t contradict me. You’re beautiful, and when I look at you, I can’t think of anything else. You consume me.”

Emma’s vision blurred and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Nuh uh.” A finger under her chin, he tilted her face up. “Look at me, sweetheart.” When she lifted her lids and met his gaze, he murmured, “Good girl. Now, on the bed.”

Emma moved around him to climb onto the mattress. Once seated in the center, she looked to him, wondering where he’d take her now. God knew he could practically make her come with words alone. Even now, her insides quivered and her pussy was achingly wet. And empty. She squirmed, trying to relieve some of the tension coiling within her.

Will propped a knee on the bed, but instead of kissing her, touching her, filling her, he gripped her hips and shifted her until she leaned against the pillows at the headboard. She tried to pull him down on top of her, wanting to feel his weight pushing her into the mattress, desperate to feel so much more.

He smiled and circled both her wrists loosely with his hands. “Do something for me.”

“What?” She squirmed restlessly.

“Show me how you want to be touched, what you like, what turns you on.”

“I like how you touch me,” she said softly. “Your hands on me, that’s what I like. You inside me, that’s what turns me on.” She winced inwardly. Definitely more impatience in her words than seduction. Well, to hell with seduction. He put her in this state; he was damned well going to do something about it.

Will let her go and straightened. She frowned as he walked around the bed to the armchair near the window. He gripped the arms and pulled it close to the bed, then turned and lowered himself onto the cushion. Holding her gaze, he settled back.

“I want you to show me,” he said slowly, succinctly.

Frustration warred with desire. “Show you how? Damn it, Will, just come over here and make love to me.”

“Touch yourself,” he said quietly.

She waited for him to laugh, to stand up and come to her, but he simply sat there watching her. He wasn’t serious…was he? She felt her entire body heat. From embarrassment, yes, but beneath it all, excitement sparked. She bit her lip and, after a moment of hesitation, smoothed her hands up over her stomach to cup her breasts. Her muscles quivered as her palms brushed her sensitive nipples. A cry caught in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“No.”

The curt word jolted through her, pushing uneasiness to the surface. She lifted her lids to meet Will’s eyes. He frowned and shook his head slowly.

God, what was she doing wrong?

Chapter Twelve

Will gripped the arms of the chair, fighting the impulse to jump up and…well, jump
her
. He read the uncertainty in her eyes, in the way her body stiffened at his command. He relaxed his fingers and waited a moment, until he was sure he could speak without making an ass out of himself.

“Keep your eyes open. On me,” he commanded.

She nodded and began again. His gaze dropped to where her hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples strained forward, and his cock jerked as she rolled the pert tips roughly between her thumbs and forefingers. When one hand left the soft globe to trail downward, he found himself gripping the chair again. Her fingers delved between her legs, and the sweet cry as she pressed inside her pussy, was music to his ears.

“Wider,” he said hoarsely. “Show me.”

Emma shifted, spreading her legs for him. Will could barely hold back the groan at the sight of her plump, wet sex, and her fingers buried inside. Pre-cum seeped from his cock and, trailing down, pooled on his lower abs. She pumped her hand, lifting to meet each stroke. All the while she worked her nipples, pinching and pulling one then the other, in time to her pulsing hips.

Abruptly, she stilled. Will glanced up at her face. She stared at him, jaw set stubbornly.

“You too,” she said, her voice a soft, teasing whisper.

Will lifted a brow, but remained silent. If she wanted something, she needed to be clear. This was, after all, about her and what she wanted. As long as he’d known her, she was always doing for others—her family, her friends, him—but never for herself. Now, if he had anything to say about it, she’d get what she wanted. But she had to ask for it, had to
demand
what she wanted.

“Will,” she pleaded.

“What do you want, Emma? You need to say it.”

“I want—” She licked her lips and lowered her gaze. “I want
you
to touch yourself. Take yourself in your hand while you watch me.”

Excitement sizzled through his veins, and he drew in a deep breath.

“Please.” Her whisper floated on the air, and his balls tightened painfully. Fuck, if he wasn’t careful, he was going to come long before he wanted to.

He let go of the chair and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. Slowly stroking up, he used his thumb to spread the moisture over the sensitive head. Emma’s lips curved as she pulled her fingers from her sheath and circled her clit. Her breathing quickened and her hand moved frantically. All the while, her heavy-lidded gaze remained on his pumping hand.

Will just took in the sight of her. Her hair fanned out around her, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks, her breasts lifting and falling faster and faster as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Then her back bowed, and she cried out. Her hips jerked against her moving hand, and she went silent—her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted on a silent scream. Will cursed inwardly as heat streaked down his spine. He released his cock to reach down and tug on his balls.

Slumping against the mattress, Emma turned her head toward him and opened her eyes.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he murmured as he stood and stepped to the bed. Trailing his fingers across her cheek.

She reached up and took his erection in her palm. “You didn’t finish.”

He gritted his teeth when his cock jerked in her grasp. Damn, he was already close to blowing his load. He needed to move things along.

Reaching down, he circled her wrist and pulled the hand that was still buried between her legs. “Uh uh. I plan on being so deep inside you when I come, you’ll feel it everywhere.” He lifted her hand and, leaning forward, took her fingers into his mouth. Her juices teased his senses, and he ran his tongue over and around the digits before sliding them slowly from his lips. “Unless
you
want something else.”

She shook her head and gave his rod a quick stroke, then released it. “I want you between my thighs.” She swallowed audibly. “Now.”

Her command was at odds with the blush and slight discomfort in her gaze, but, to Will, it was an appealing juxtaposition. He shifted onto the mattress, covering her body, arms braced on either side of her head. Emma lifted her hands and cupped his face. He allowed her to pull him down, gave her complete control. Their mouths met, and after a moment’s tentativeness, her touch changed, became more aggressive. She nipped at his lips before delving inside his mouth to explore with her tongue. She no longer caressed; rather she demanded, she took, she consumed him. Her hands slid up to fist his hair and her thighs gripped his hips. She pulsed up and his cock glided across the slick folds of her sex. Her whimper filled his mouth as she deepened the kiss and ground against him.