Page 95 of That Last Secret

I don’t waste another second and claim her lips as mine. I don’t know what she’ll choose in the end, but as long as Emiline allows it, these lips will be mine and no one else’s.

Her body presses into mine, and I lift her up, holding her against the door again. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I kiss her wildly while my hands roam every exposed part of her I can touch. She opens up for me and lifts her head to deepen the kiss.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Emiline Ford right now.

I meant everything I told her in the gym.

She is enough.

She’smore thanenough.

She’s everything.

“Logan,” she pants breathlessly against my lips. “Take me to my room.”

I hold her tight in my arms as I walk us to her room with her legs still wrapped tightly around mine.

I’m fully prepared to toss her on the bed and claim her in every way, but she wiggles free from my hold to stand in front of me. Her hands on my shoulders roam from my chest and down my stomach until she reaches the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head.

A grin forms on her lips as she finds the waistband of my sweatpants next.

She reaches under it, and the moment her hands grip my cock, I just about lose it. I should get a medal for holding it together and not throwing her on the bed to fuck her right here and now.

“Jesus,” she whispers, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

I bite my bottom lip because it’s so hot.

“What are you planning to do here, Em?”

“I’m not really sure anymore.” She laughs shyly. “Your cock feels like a weapon. Do you have a permit to carry this around with you?”

I laugh, but it comes out strained because her hand is still wrapped around me. “You can handle it.”

Her laughter dies down, and her lips part. Those perfect fucking soft pink lips I want wrapped around my cock right now.

Emiline tugs at the waistband of my sweatpants with her free hand, pushing them and my boxer briefs to the floor.

My cock springs free, and she lowers herself to the ground in front of me while keeping her eyes locked on mine. A devilish smirk plays on her lips until she settles herself on her heels, my aching cock only inches away from her face, before looking back at me.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, cupping her chin between my fingers.

Her cheeks turn pink, and I can’t help but grin.

“I’m not sure I know how to do this very well, but I want to…” Her words trail off, reminding me that she gets nervous when talking about things like this.

“What do you want to do, Em?”

She looks from my cock, and back up at me, not wanting to say the words out loud.

“Use your words for me.”

“Your cock,” Emiline finally says. Her tone is laced with urgency like she’s eager to have me in her mouth. She shifts against her heels before saying, “I want to suck your cock, Logan. I want to make you feel good.”

I don’t move.

Ican’tmove.

Doesn’t she know she’s made me feel good from the moment things changed between us? I’ve felt lighter, free, and, dare I say, happier.