Chapter 31
Luke
As if we planned it, we both pull back at the same time and put a little space between us. I quickly turn off the water, open the sliding door, and grab us both a towel. Emily takes the towel, quickly wrapping it around her beautiful body. Her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink when she catches my eyes wandering, but there’s no way I’ll apologize for that. Not after I just had her pressed against me reminding me just how amazing she felt in my arms.
Wrapping the towel around my own waist, I take her hand and lead her back to my bedroom. A glance at the clock and it confirms it’s barely dawn. Despite what I said earlier, I actually want to fall back to sleep—only this time I want to do it with Emily in my arms. The bedroom is still dark, but the soft nightlight from bathroom provides just enough light for us to see each other.
Silently, I pull back the comforter on the bed and gesture for her to climb in. In true Emily fashion, she does what I least expect her to. She drops her towel on the floor before sitting down. I can’t hide the groan that escapes me when I see her naked in my bed, something I’ve thought about thousands of times over the last decade. I may not have been able to see her the night we lost our virginity to each other, but it never stopped me from imagining it.
I follow suit, dropping my towel before sliding into the bed next to her. Without warning she slips closer to me, wrapping herself around me like we used to. My arm naturally falls to her back, cradling her against me.
“I’ve missed this,” she whispers.
“Me too.” More than she’ll ever know.
It doesn’t take long before Emily’s fast asleep in my arms, but I on the other hand, can’t fall back to sleep at all. For the first time, I feel…at peace. Not only has the guilt that I’ve been carrying around for so damn long slowly started to lighten, but the girl that I’ve spent more than a decade dreaming of is finally back in my arms. I know some may think it’s odd that we’re sleeping next to each other, completely naked, but for so long we were practically naked around each other. Em was the first girl I ever saw naked, the first girl I ever slept with, and the first girl that I ever fell in love with. Who am I kidding? She’s the only girl I’ve ever loved.
I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I finally do wake up again the bed is empty. And the worst part is, the other side of the bed is ice cold, confirming that it’s been empty for some time now. For a brief moment, I wonder if it was all a dream, if Emily really didn’t sleep here in my arms all night. But when I slide out of bed and realize that I’m still naked, I know that I wasn’t dreaming. The two damp towels still on the floor further confirm that she really was here last night. I quickly toss on a pair of sweatpants and go in search of my missing bedmate.
I expect to find her in the kitchen, preparing coffee or breakfast, but it’s empty. Then I laugh at myself and realize that she’s probably in the office working already, but once again I’m wrong. I search almost every other room, the only thing stopping me from panicking is knowing the alarm on the house is still set. Even with her computer skills, she can’t hack into my system and turn it off.
“There you are.” I breathe a sigh of relief when I finally find her. Turns out I was half-right. She was already working, just not in my office.
“Morning.” She smiles up at me from the loveseat. “I really wanted to go outside and work there, but I didn’t know the code to the alarm.”
“You found the sunroom.”
“I did,” she smiles. “I remembered seeing it when we were out there last night. It’s not the same as sitting outside, but at least I can take advantage of the view.”
“I’ll turn off the alarm so you can move out there if you want. We can have breakfast on the patio.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I usually have a cup of coffee out there in the mornings, on the weekends at least.”
When she stands up, I groan…loudly. She’s wearing a button-down dress shirt of mine that she must have taken from my closet…and nothing else. My dick immediately twitches remembering how it felt to have her in my arms again last night. Plus, there’s fucking something about seeing her in my clothes that’s an incredible turn on.
“Luke?”
“Hmmm?”
“I asked if you slept okay after we…went back to bed?”
“Yeah, I slept good.”
She laughs and steps closer to me, her hands falling to my bare chest. Her breath hitches as she looks up at me. I can’t resist her, not after last night. I lean down and gently kiss her; my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tightly against me. Her fingers tease my chest, slowly moving to my back where she explores all the scars she already knows are there.
I’ve never been with a woman who didn’t ask questions when she felt or saw my back. I’d make up stories about what caused them, never wanting to admit the truth to anyone about what really happened in that house so many years ago. But with Em…I don’t need to make up stories, I don’t need to pretend, because she knows exactly what they are and how they got there.
Following her lead, my fingers trail under the shirt she’s wearing, quickly revealing that she didn’t bother trying to find her panties before she left the room. I love how bold she’s being: touching me without hesitation, without worry, without a second thought. Grasping her ass, I pull her even closer to me, leaving her no doubt just how she’s affecting me. She moans when she feels me against her, hard and ready. But when she slips her hand into my pants it’s my turn to groan.
“Em…”
“I want you, Luke,” she whispers against my lips.
“You sure?” There’s no doubt in my mind, but I need to know she’s certain. This changes everything between us… though I think things were already changing after our kiss at the resort.
“I’m sure.”
I lift her up until her legs wrap around my waist. Despite wanting nothing more than to have her in my bed, suddenly the bedroom is too far away. Instead, I gently lower us to the love seat where she was working only a few moments ago. With her lips still on mine, I slowly reach between us and start unbuttoning her shirt. It’s hard as hell to concentrate on the tiny buttons when she’s rubbing herself against me, teasing me with her tongue and making the sexiest sounds. Quickly giving up, I yank the shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. Emily laughs against my lips and I open my eyes to find her more relaxed than I think I ever have.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
“I’m a mess.” Her hands immediately fly to her long hair, currently done up in some kind of a messy bun.
“You’re absolutely stunning.”
“Luke,” she moans when I take her breasts in my hands.
She grips the back of the chair when I encourage her to rise up so I can take her hardened nipples in my mouth. I touch her everywhere I possibly can and still can’t get enough. The urge to be inside of her again is beyond overwhelming. Slipping my fingers between her legs, we both moan at the realization of how wet she is for me.
There’s so much more I want to do to her: I want to kiss every part of her body, I want to lay her out on my bed and touch her everywhere, I want her…in every way possible. As much as I loved our first time together, being able to see her is so much better. I watch her face with every move I make, loving the way her mouth opens just slightly or when she bites her lower lip when I touch her somewhere she obviously enjoys. Most of all, I love the way she’s looking down at me rather than closing her eyes.
I slowly lower her onto me, keeping her close though so I can immediately kiss her as soon as she comes within reach. She grips my shoulders tightly when I urge her to move against me, her nails digging into me just as she drops her head to my shoulder. I nearly lose it though when she lifts herself up slightly and starts pushing my pants down. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I hold her against me as I pull them the rest of the way down.
Neither of us say a word, but our eyes meet the moment our bodies touch. Just like that night, there are no barriers between us, nothing stopping me from thrusting into her. Unlike that night though, we’re not two clumsy teenagers who have no idea what they’re doing. We’re not two kids held prisoner in a basement, thrown together by a crazed, sick man. Tonight we’re not together out of fear of what will happen the next day.
“Em…” I whisper when all other words fail me. There’s so much I want to say to her, but I have no idea how.
“Make love to me, Luke.” Slipping her hand between us, she slowly brings me to her opening. I cup her face in my hands, needing to see her, to watch her, as I take her again. I don’t know if she senses what I need or perhaps she has the same need, but her eyes find mine and neither of us even blink until she takes me in completely.
“You feel…” I try to find the words, but yet again I fail. “So fucking amazing, baby.”
“I’ve missed you, Luke. I’ve never felt as safe with anyone else as I do with you.”
Bringing her lips to mine, words stop being needed the moment she starts moving against me. We take our time, cherishing each minute as if might be our last rather than our first…or, well, I guess second. I have no idea what the fuck is going to happen after we figure out who’s after her, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go again. I let her walk out of my life ten years ago when I was too young to do anything about it, but hell will have to freeze over before I make the same mistake twice.
“I’ve dreamt of you so many times over the years, Em, but this…fuck it’s so much better than any dream,” I confess.
“I…I...”
Her eyes tell me everything she can’t and the realization floors me. Instead of questioning it, I wrap an arm around her waist, anchoring her to my chest. Using the little room I have, I thrust up, hard and fast, into her. Her core grips me, her fingers dig deeper into my shoulders, and her head falls to the back of the couch. While I tease her hardened nipple, I slowly start moving within her, alternating between slow and fast thrusts. Within minutes we’re both moaning and breathing heavily as we get closer and closer to our releases. Knowing I’m not going to last much longer, I slip my fingers down further until I find her clit.
“LUKE!” she screams as the orgasm hits her. She tightens and convulses around me, slowly moving as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. As much as I keep going, it’s too much. Bringing her down just as I thrust deep, I empty myself into her. She collapses against me, her hand resting on my chest as if she has no intention of moving, which is perfectly fine with me.
As we slowly come back to reality, I realize that in our haste we failed to use a condom. The panic that one would expect to come with that realization, doesn’t.