Unbroken

the lacey edge.
    Oh God.
    It takes everything I have not to moan in pleasure. One touch, that’s all this is. One slow fingertip, and my body is screaming for him. I’m aching and wet, more turned on than I’ve been in years.
    Since the last time with him.
    “Open your eyes.” Emerson’s growl is sharp.
    My eyes fly open—staring straight into his. My breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. It’s burning, fierce, like it’s taking everything he has not to tear my clothes off this very second.
    “Say ‘no’.” Emerson’s whisper is thick with desire.
    I blink, my mind foggy and confused.
    “Tell me ‘no’, and I’ll stop.” His lips dip to my neck and press softly, kissing tiny fresh shivers through my body. His finger slides lower beneath the edge of my tank, slipping under the lace of my bra. His breathing quickens, he stifles a groan against my neck, but I don’t stop him. I can’t. My world is nothing but his lips, and tongue, and the glorious path of his hand against my breast. His fingers find my nipple and slowly, lazily circle it as his tongue plays havoc along my neck. I shudder for breath, strung out and gasping, not even knowing the release I crave until he finally closes his thumb and fingertip around the hard nub of my nipple and squeezes in a firm pinch.
    This time, I can’t help but moan.
    The sound is my undoing.
    In a second, Emerson’s lips slam down against mine in a searing kiss. His mouth is hot and hungry, devouring me as his hands grab at my body, pushing my tank up around my chest, his touch burning across my skin.
    Holy fuck. It’s like an explosion, the burst of desire that shatters through me, blocking out every last thought with the need for more, closer, now . I arch up against him, mindless from his kisses, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pull him down hard against me.
    Emerson slips his hands underneath my butt and lifts, scooping me against the length of his body as he slams me down beneath him on the couch with a groan. I let out an answering moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and thrusting up against him, greedily running my hands down the length of his back, feeling every ridge of muscle flex and rise. I claw his T-shirt up, hungry for the sensation of his skin under my hands. It’s a discovery and a homecoming all in one, our tongues tangling with desire as I nip and lick at his mouth, drowning in the taste of him.
    Mine.
    Emerson grinds his hips down against me, and the delicious weight of him sends a fresh thrill of pleasure ricocheting through my body. I buck against him, reckless, and tear my lips away from his mouth to taste my way along his jaw and along to his ear. My mind is gone, the world is a blur, there’s nothing but the sound of my gasps and the feel of his body bearing down on mine. Solid, strong, overwhelming me . I tease against his earlobe with my tongue, and Emerson lets out an animal groan of pleasure. He grabs my wrists, yanking them up above my head. I gasp, struggling against his grip, but he traps them in place with one hand while the other roves across my chest, plucking and teasing at my nipples until I can’t help but cry out with pleasure.
    Emerson lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are wild with desire, but there’s something more in them too, some dark determination that makes my breath catch in my throat. His hand goes to the waistband of my skirt; he yanks my button fly open, breathing heavily. Then, he crawls slowly down my body, blazing a trail of kisses down my bare skin. Lower, lower…
    Oh my God…!
    His tongue traces a teasing circle around my belly-button, dipping to lap in the hollow. I’m trapped in anticipation, strung out on the gorgeous scrape of his stubble against my skin and the heat that’s rolling through me, a fire building with every lick and touch to one aching, agonizing point between my thighs. All I want is there, so close, but just as he slips both hands beneath my waistband and prepares to yank it down, one tiny shard of conscience pierces through the haze of desire fogging my mind.
    Daniel.
    Daniel.
    Fuck!
    I sit up with a jolt. “I have a boyfriend!” My voice cries out, ragged in the quiet house as I gasp for air.
    Emerson freezes. We stare at each other, breathing heavily. I feel my blood course through me, still electric from his touch. He’s gripping my hips, poised above me, not moving.
    “I’m sorry,” I babble. “I should have said… But… I’m sorry.”
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