The Rise of Emery James (30 page)

Then she kisses me. It’s slow and timid at first and then as I pull her closer, soul crushingly perfect. And everything…
Everything
feels right.

Emery

THE MOMENT OUR LIPS
touch the fire is set free and his hands tangle in my hair. I am completely lost and surrendering to anything he wants to do to me. I stop thinking and start feeling. I let him take over, letting him know I'm willing to go wherever he takes me.

He takes over, fierce and hungry and I’m left hoping I can keep up. I slide my hands into his hair, tugging at the longer strands, my grip tethering me to him, to the earth that seems to be shaking beneath me. This man, so sweet and so good, is taking charge of the moment and it feels perfect. I don’t have to think or question, I just have to give in and let him take the lead.

My heart pounds erratically in my chest as his tongue slides across mine. I'm lost instantly, under his spell. My body hums, the anticipation of what's to come creating a white hot need deep inside me.

His capable hands slowly slide down my body, leaving fire along my flesh. With each touch of his hands, every kiss he leaves on my neck, I want more of him. I sigh against him and feel his fingers press into my hips as he pulls me closer. His kiss alone is enough to make me forget my own name and it makes me hunger for everything he's promising me.

My breath catches in my throat as his hands slide across my thigh and up beneath the soft material of my skirt. I grip his arms tightly as his finger traces along the lace of my panties. I wonder if he can feel the shiver that runs through my body at his touch.

“Should I make you come now? Do you need me to take the edge off?” his voice rasps as he teases me, leaving me soaked and ready. “I could slide inside right now, get the first one out of the way.” He slides his finger beneath the fabric of my panties and runs it down my seam coating it with my desire. His touch has me squirming against him, my body begging for more than he’s giving me.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my fingers digging into his skin, I feel so wound up already and he’s barely started touching me. He doesn’t make me wait long before he slides his finger deep inside me, letting his thumb rub against my sensitive clit. My teeth sink into my lip as I try to hold on against the pure pleasure of his touch. The fact that he can make me feel this easily has me anxious to see what he can do once he gets me upstairs.

“I love the way your body shakes when you get close to the edge. It turns me on. I can’t wait to bury myself so deep inside you. I can’t wait to feel you come apart around my cock,” he says as he continues his assault. The dirty talk is enough to send me flying off the edge and I nearly lose my balance as I fall apart against him.

I'm weak, my body still shaking from the pleasure. I feel drunk and even though I'm still coming down from my high I can already feel the need building back up deep inside me. Now that my body has been reminded of such intense pleasure, it refuses to go dormant again.

"Let me take you upstairs." Cole's husky voice pulls me from my fog and I run my hands down his chest. When I lock my eyes with his gaze the fire there has me ready to climb his body like a tree. I need more of him. I need to feel all of him, the weight of his body against mine, the way his body will stretch mine. I need to feel him completely.

I nod, unable to find actual words. He doesn't need them. He lifts me and my legs wrap around his waist. Here in his arms like this I feel so small, but so protected. I want to be his. I want him to claim me, if only for this moment, this night.

He kisses me and I barely register our movement as he walks towards the stairs. How he manages to navigate his way up the staircase while carrying me and still nuzzling my neck and grabbing my ass I have no idea, but it feels exhilarating.

Once we reach my room, he sets me on my feet beside the bed and then he steps back and stares at me with hunger rampant in his eyes. I can't remember when I've ever felt so desired. My body clenches with need, with anticipation. He steps closer to me, his gaze locked to mine, pinning me in place.

“You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. You take my breath away. Every single day you steal it straight from my lungs.” His fingers tease at the hem of my skirt, his rough hands scratching across the sensitive skin of my thighs. His touch makes my entire body hum.

“This skin,” he says as he slowly pushes the skirt from my hips and lets it falls to the floor at my feet. “This skin begs to be touched, to be licked, kissed. . .devoured.” His mouth follows the fabric of my shirt as he lifts it up, leaving hot kisses against my flesh. When the shirt is clear he drops it and then trails his hands back down my body.

“I’ve missed the feel of you. All of these years I’ve thought about you. Remembered how we fit together, the way we move together.” His fingers release the hook of my bra, allowing my heavy breasts to fall into his waiting hands. “I thought about what it would be like, to hold you again, to love the woman you’d become.” His mouth takes my nipple and he flicks his tongue across it shooting pulses of electricity straight through me.

“Do you remember, Emery? Do you remember what it feels like to have me buried so deep inside of you? Do you remember how it feels to break apart around me?”

His words are heating me through and I can barely stand from the onslaught of lust coursing through my veins. I can’t think straight, the ache deep inside me screams louder than anything else. I manage his name and he smiles. “I love the way you say my name. The way you sigh against it when I’m touching you like this. He takes my hand and kisses my palm and then slides it down his body until it rests on his hard cock, letting me feel how it pushes against the fabric of his jeans. He’s still clothed and it hardly seems fair as I stand her in only the lace panties that are soaked with my desire to have him.

“Feel how badly I want you. Feel what you do to me, beautiful girl.” I stroke him and take pleasure in the moan that escapes from deep in his throat. I need him out of these clothes, No more teasing.

I reach for the hem of his shirt and lift up until his bare chest is exposed to me. I lean forward and press a tentative kiss to his skin. He’s warm and the faint saltiness has me feeling ravenous. I glance up to his eyes, and he’s watching me with barely harnessed need.

“Cole, I want you,” I say softly.

Without a word he moves my hands to his belt buckle. Slowly, I unfasten the clasp and release the button of his jeans. I hold his eyes and my hands slip into the material and slide it over his lean hips. He springs forward, his length pressed against my stomach. I take the opportunity to slide my hands around him, feeling the smooth hardness and stroke him slowly.

He shakes beneath my grasp and the power that I have over him encourages me to keep going. He kisses me hard as his fingers slide the lace fabric down my legs and before I can think he lifts me and sits on the mattress, bringing me over him to straddle his lap. His hands slide over my back, pulling me to him, skin to skin as he grinds beneath me.

I don’t want to wait any longer. My nerves are gone; my need is demanding more. “Sit back, baby,” he rasps. I do as he says and I watch as he grabs a condom from beside him. I never saw him take it from his pocket. I watch as he slides it over his length before meeting my eyes. “This is about you, baby. All about you. You have complete control of this moment.” I watch him swallow hard, the roll of his throat sexy as hell. Holding his gaze, I grab hold of him and lift to my knees. I don’t break his stare once as I slide down over his length, both of us gasping as he fills me, stretches me.

We both still as we take in the moment. “Emery,” he says – he doesn’t finish the thought. He doesn’t have to, instead we begin to move against each other, with each other, lost in the feel of our joined bodies. It’s familiar, but completely new and with each thrust he pulls me closer to him. He guides my hips, moving with such skill and precision that I’m instantly climbing the ledge towards ecstasy. This connection is overwhelming. It’s everything I’ve missed.

His words in my ear as he pulls at my hips and rocks into me with firm stead strokes have me high. I grind against him, searching for the sweet spot that will send me flying. Cole moves his hand between us, and his perfect touch is all I need to detonate – to explode around him. I cry out, his name filling the air around us.

With complete fluidity he grabs hold of me and moves us so that he’s lying me down on the bed, his pace quickens as he pushes deep into me. “You feel like heaven. You undo me, Emery, I’m completely overtaken by you.” His voice is low in my ear as he chases his own release and even though I just came harder than I ever have, I feel my body begging to do it again.

He moves in a steady rhythm and I can feel every part of him as he slides in and out in a perfect dance with my body. It is beyond anything I’ve ever known, the way he begs me to give him everything and the way I want nothing more than to do just that. So when he lets go, I go with him again and I am lost to everything else.

I come down slowly, my brain fuzzy and my body weak with exertion. Cole traces soft kisses along my body before pulling me to him and tucking me against his warm chest. “God, Emery, you set me on fire,” he breathes. I know what he means. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satisfied.

I let the rise and fall of his chest lull me back to earth. “I don’t have words,” I say, because my body doesn’t even feel like my own right now. I’m blissed out and it feels incredible. I don’t want to move or break the spell.

I groan as he shifts away from me. He hovers over me, looking down at me. God, he’s so sexy. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” he says.

“No?” I ask.

“Oh no. you promised me all night. I plan to take full advantage of every single second,” he promises with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I might be afraid if his plans didn’t intrigue me completely. After what he’s already given me I am most definitely okay with giving him the rest of this night.

Or even forever.

His eyes gleam as he lowers his face to mine, “Just relax, baby. I’ve got you. He kisses me once. Twice. And then he leaves a trail of kisses across every inch of my skin. Yeah, I am totally okay with him taking his time.

I sleep deeper than I have in months. It’s the most peaceful and restful sleep that I can remember and I wouldn’t dream of waking from it if it weren’t for the hot kisses currently being pressed to the back of my neck. Cole’s arms are tight around my waist and his hot body is currently grinding against my ass. I’m barely awake, but my body is already humming.

“Cole,” I sigh and I feel his hard cock twitch against me. I peer out of one eye and glance at the clock on my bedside table. It’s not even 6am and I’m pretty sure I’ve only been asleep for a few hours, but the way he slowly moves against me has my body ready to play catch up.

“The sun is almost up,” he breathes against my ear. I love the way his sleepiness clings to his voice. “I’ll have to keep my promise to you then, but I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” He continues to kiss my neck and my back as his hands slide around my body. His thumbs glide against my breasts, teasing my bare nipples.

I hum out a response. His touch feels too good. “I need to be inside you, Emery. Before I have to go back to being on my best behavior.”

I smile at that. “I think your behavior has been pretty stellar,” I tease. He chuckles against my skin before sliding his hand down my body and then sliding a finger into the wetness he finds waiting for him. I squirm against him as my body tingles at his touch. My breathing picks up and my soft pants cause him to grind against me harder.

He continues to ramp up his assault and my need grows unbearable. I sigh his name when he removes his hand, leaving me feeling bereft. I hear the rip of a packet and then feel him back against me. I sigh as he pushes into me slowly, the movement perfect. He’s ruining me, little by little and I don’t know how I’ll go back to being his friend after this.

He clears the thought from my head as he moves in slow, steady strokes. His arms encircle me, holding me to him, his fingers showing attention to my clit as he moves in his sleepy rhythm.

“We fit like puzzle pieces. You were made for me. It was meant to be just like this,” he breathes and his words hit my heart because I believe them. It scares me, but I feel the truth in them. This is what it’s supposed to be like. This is what I never had with Gabe, not even in the good days. My soul never spoke up when we were together. It never said,
this is it
. Not the way it’s screaming at me now.

“You were meant to be mine, Emery. When you are ready, I’ll never leave you. We’ll always fit just like this.”

We move in unison until we are both ready to fall apart. When my orgasm hits his mouth lands on my neck, kissing, biting, bringing an intensity to my pleasure that has my toes curling. Cole is close behind me, quickening his pace until he’s grunting in my ear and shuddering against me.

We lay together, coming back down to reality. The sun is peeking through the windows, calling time on our rendezvous. Cole only lets go long enough to dispose of the condom and then he’s pulling me over to snuggle against him. My eyes feel heavy as sleep tugs at my lids.