I let out a desperate moan, and Emerson tugs my panties down. I sway against him, closer, and then he touches his tongue against me, the warmth sending a shudder through my entire body.

Oh my God!

He licks at me, swirling his tongue softly around my tender core until I’m sobbing and helpless, totally undone. Then he grips my thighs and lifts me, turning to lay me down on the narrow futon. The mattress is ancient, and creaks in protest, but I’m too far gone to care.

The hurricane rages on overhead, but right here, we’re in the eye of the storm. Nothing but the two of us, and this love burning, bright between our bodies.

Emerson strips off his jeans and underwear, then kneels on the bed beside me, totally naked. I rise up and take his face in both hands, landing a dozen tiny kisses on his brow, his nose, his glorious cheekbones. My heart leaps at the sight of him poised over me, his taut muscles glowing golden in the candlelight. God, I could look at him forever, just drinking in the magnificent curves of his torso, like a Greek statue, made flesh…

Look later, an aching voice whispers. Now, you need to feel him. Every inch.

I lay back, pulling Emerson down with me as I spread my thighs wider for him. He braces himself above me, and I arch up, breathless, waiting for the rough slam of his body invading mine, but then Emerson stops, pinning my h*ps down and holding me in place, out of reach. I let out a cry of confusion, but he holds back, dropping his lips to meet mine so tenderly, it takes my breath away.

He enters me slowly, inch by tortuous inch.

“This is my favorite place in the world,” Emerson’s voice is low, thick with desire. “Right here. In you.”

I gasp, feeling him slide inside me, filling me up, making my blood boil and my veins itch with a thick, velvet longing. I whimper, overcome with pleasure, my body clenching around him, drowning in sensation.

“Jules,” he whispers, low and aching, and when I open my eyes, I find his face above mine: his gaze fixed, blazing deep into me. “Stay with me,” he gasps, eyes not wavering from mine as he slowly withdraws, and then inches back inside me.

I moan, gasping for air. The pleasure is rising in me, circling higher with every long, slow surge. I writhe beneath him, wrapping my legs around his thighs to give him deeper access as we find our rhythm, rocking in slow, mindless strokes that set every nerve ablaze, a dark fire licking up my body, dancing across my skin.

It’s exquisite agony, the thickness sliding deep inside me, the damp, hot slick of his body against mine. Emerson groans my name, over and over, capturing my lips again in searing kisses that smooth away every cruel word we’ve ever said; all the years of heartbreak. The past melts away under his touch, leaving nothing but right here. Now.

There.

I cry out, my body aching for release, the flames climbing higher. Emerson’s eyes darken. He thrusts again, harder, growling against my ear as our bodies surge faster. I arch up, sobbing, clawing at his broad shoulders, grinding my h*ps against him as our breath becomes frenzied, each new pulse and spark sending me closer, pulling me tauter, hurtling me deeper into the infinity of his eyes, and lips, and body rocking up into—

“Emerson!” I scream, shattering. He cries my name, surging inside of me, his body shuddering over and over as I break open, free-falling down into the dark folds of ecstasy, clutching him to me for dear life as the waves of pleasure rip through my very soul.

When I surface, I’m laying in his arms, my body scooped safe against the curve of his torso. I exhale, long and shaky.

“Hey,” I feel his whisper in my ear. I turn my head, so I’m looking back at him.

“Hey yourself,” I grin. My body is still shivering with aftershocks, sensitive to every gentle caress of his fingertip. I snuggle back, pulling his arms tighter around me. “You think the storm’s over yet?”

“Which one?” Emerson laughs, a low vibrating rumble against my back.

I flip over, so our faces are laying just inches apart. “Well, this one seems pretty calm to me,” I smile, intertwining my fingers with his and dropping tiny kisses over the bank of his hand.

“Give me a couple of minutes, and we’ll see,” Emerson winks.

I laugh, feeling a blissful calm settle over me. It’s not just the afterglow, no, this is something deeper: the sure knowledge that this man is my everything. Always.

“Forever,” Emerson says softly, as if he can see it in my eyes. He circles his thumb and forefinger and gently slides them over the ring finger of my left hand.

My heart stops.

“Are you…?” the words fade on my lips, but inside, I’m flying again. I check Emerson’s face again, but all I find is certainty.

Certainty, and love.

He glances down, bashful. “I know, I don’t have—“

“Yes!” I cry, smothering him with a kiss, as if there could ever be enough kisses in the world for this man. “Yes, of course I will!”

“You didn’t let me finish.” Emerson protests, but he keeps a hold of my finger, eyes burning with joy. “I was going to say… I’m with you. Anywhere you want to go, anything you want to do. I’m there.”

I feel tears well up, joyful and true. I cradle our hands against my heart, so happy, I feel as if it will burst right out of my chest. “I don’t know yet, what I want to do,” I admit. “Only that it’ll be with you.”

“First, you’ve got college to finish.” He points out, “Then… We could move to the city,” he suggests. “Come back here for summer vacations, if you want.”




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