Page 65 of That Last Secret
Emiline’s body melts into me, and all the space that was just between us becomes non-existent. My hands move to grip the sides of her neck as I kiss her likeshe’smy lifeline now.
Her hands travel up my body and around my neck before they tangle in my hair as she rises on her tiptoes, intensifying our kiss.
She’s needy for me. For more.
My hands grip her hips, and before I can overthink it, I hike her dress up enough so I can lift her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I turn my body toward the wall to hold her against it.
Our lips remain glued together, and I take that moment to swipe a tongue across her bottom lip, urging her to open for me. And she does. She welcomes me in, angling her head to the side for a deeper kiss.
This doesn’t feel like a normal kiss.
This is filled with pent-up feelings we’ve been fighting for far too long.
Her hips grind into my already growing erection, and I groan into her mouth before I break the seal on our lips.
“Em,” I breathe out, but she doesn’t stop moving her hips on me.
Emiline’s lips part as she tries to catch her breath, and I know she can feel how hard my cock is right now, just from having her in my arms and pressed against this wall. Not to mention how fucking good it feels to have her move the way she does.
The urge to take everything she’s willing to give me is so strong, but a small voice in my head tells me that I maybe should stop this.
“Logan,” Emiline practically moans. “Just… don’t stop.”
The noises coming out of her mouth when she says my name doesn’t make those urges go anywhere. Instead, it only makes me want to do this that much more.
It makes me want to rip this dress off and fuck her here against this wall. It takes everything in me to hold back for just a few more moments. If she wants this, I want to hear her explicitly say it.
I grip her chin between my finger and thumb again, forcing her to look at me. “I didn’t hear you say please.”
Her eyes widen like she didn’t expect me to say that, but I’ll do whatever she wants me to do at this point.
“Please, don’t stop,” Emiline says, grinding her hips up and down my cock. Harder and faster with each second that passes. Even with her panties on and my dress pants, I can feel how wet she is right through the layers. “Please.”
“So pretty when you beg,” I grit out. “But we need to make one thing clear. This is a one-time thing. We’re just getting this out of our system, right? So this can’t happen again, and no one can find out about this.”
She nods, and I know she understands. I doubt she wants to deal with the repercussions of someone finding out just as much as I do.
“Use me, Emiline.”
“Oh. My. Fuck,” she pants as she continues rubbing herself against me.
There’s a good chance I might come just like this. Looking at the way her face morphs with pleasure right now.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, digging my fingers into her hips. “Just like this? Against this wall and riding my cock?”
“I-I think. I don’t know, but it feels so good,” she says with a breathy moan.
A growl comes from deep in my chest at the idea of her coming for me, with her little moans in my ear. I grip her hips, pushing her off me to stand on her feet, and her eyes look confused as the hem of her dress falls back to her ankles again.
My arms rise to the sides of Emiline’s head, caging her in and keeping some space between us so my cock can breathe.
I lean down, staying a mere breath away from her lips.
“I’d love nothing more than to watch your face as you fall apart, grinding on me, but if you’re going to come for me, I want to taste every drop of your orgasm.”
“Logan—”
I eat her words when I seal my lips on hers. I move my lips down and pepper kisses across her cheek and down her neck along the pulse that beats wildlyforme.