Fairyville (Fairyville #1)(42)
Author: Emma Holly

He shook himself, the motion turning into a shudder that ran across his broad shoulders. "I can’t act like this is just you being nice and trying to help me let myself off the hook for being a shit to you. I don’t feel nice with you next to me. I don’t feel nice with all your sweetness shining in your eyes."

The pulse started up beneath her again, the earth’s own heart reverberating in her pu**y. "What do you feel?"

His pupils swelled at her hoarse whisper. "Like I want to push up that skirt and f**k you so hard we dig a trench in the grass. Like I want to do every f**king thing we didn’t get a chance to when you were fifteen. And then I want to repeat them all about a thousand times. I want you, Zoe. There hasn’t been a day—"

He broke off, his hands clenched on his thighs with white-knuckled force. "Look at me, Zoe. This is what I feel."

His fists framed his erection, and as she did what he asked, as she looked at him, she saw the straining arch swell thicker.

Instinct took over, not right or wrong, just pure primal reasoning. This was fair. He’d waited long enough, and this was fair. She bent to him, and he didn’t stop her, just hissed in a surprised breath as she pressed her lips to that raging pole—gently, softly, treating his hard-on like a boo-boo her kiss could soothe.

"Zoe," he said, her name strangled. He hadn’t moved—not to touch her, not to get away—as if the fate of the world hung on his muscles staying locked where they were. She braced her hands on his knees and kissed the bulge again, adding a dragging brush to her lips’ soft press.

"Zoe, don’t do that unless you mean for me to—"

He couldn’t finish. When she sat back on her heels, a muscle ticked in his jaw.

"I mean for you to," she said.

He gasped for air like he’d been drowning, then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto her back so fast she got dizzy. Her legs sprawled as she toppled, and his knees found a home between them almost before she spread them wide enough.

He kissed her, his jaw pressing hers open for his tongue’s smooth plunge. His weight came down hard into the notch of her thighs. Him being there felt so good, so right, that she didn’t argue when he lifted off her far enough to tear off his belt. He yanked out his shirttail a second later, making short work of the buttons so he could strip it off all the way. His chest was gorgeous, hairier than she remembered, with a six-pack that could have graced the cover of Men’s Fitness.

"Back pocket," he said, returning to grind that other steely hardness against her crotch. "Condoms in my wallet."

She had a second to change her mind, but she let it pass. He groaned as she pushed her hands into both back pockets, scratching her nails up his butt to pull the wallet out.

"Hurry," he said. "I’m working on fifteen years worth of dying here."

He had four condoms in his wallet, lubricated and extra thin, all of which spilled out of her hold when his h*ps found the perfect spot to roll against between her legs.

"Wow," she panted, fumbling to gather them back up while her pu**y sang a thanks for the treatment it was getting. "That’s… quite a stash you’ve got."

He groaned again and pivoted harder. "It’s not enough for you. I swear I’m going to use them all."

She couldn’t tease him for his ego. His face was too serious, his flush so dark his eyes appeared to glow. Still watching her, he reached between them to ease down his zipper, wincing at the task of working the teeth over that much pressure. Zoe’s insides tightened in reaction.

Yes, you are going to use them all, she thought. And I’m going to let you.

He knew she was going to let him, not just because she didn’t contradict him, but because a small, feminine smile was curving up the corners of her kiss-flushed lips. That smile sent such a whip of heat through his groin that he ripped down the last inch of his zipper and nicked himself.

"Shit," she said, though she rarely cursed. Her hand reached for the little spot of blood on his flange.

"Don’t," he said, jerking back.

"But—"

"Don’t. If you touch me, I’m going to go. I am too f**king close to the edge. Just hand me the condom and wait a sec."

He sat up to open it. On her elbows, she bit her lip and watched him roll it carefully over his throbbing length. He was too sensitive to play with himself at all, though women usually liked to watch him do that. He cursed silently as he struggled not to make it worse. This was as bad as he could remember being in a long time, his dick so hard and swollen it was trying to stand vertical. The rubber was a larger size, but it didn’t cover him all the way.

"You grew," she said and pressed trembling fingers to her rosy lips. For a second he worried she was afraid, but then she said, "Oh, God, I’m going to enjoy this."

"Jesus," Alex said, suddenly so hot he feared the top of his head—make that both his heads—were going to come off. "Maybe you shouldn’t talk too much, either."

Zoe laughed at that, obviously pleased by his desperate state. "You want to rip my panties, or should I pull them off?"

Another wave of heat seared through him.

"Pull them," he ordered when he caught his breath, flashing on the image of her wriggling them down her perfect legs a second before she actually did it.

"Oh, man," he moaned, his hands following hers down those silken muscles. "Oh, man, I need a case of condoms for you."

"How about if I do this? Will that mean you need two?" She pulled her skimpy eyelet top over her head, leaving nothing but a strappy white undershirt for modesty. The thin ribbed cotton wasn’t modest now, clinging to every curve and hollow of her perky br**sts. Her ni**les were dark and swollen, peaked hard with arousal. Alex had never seen them that big. In fact, she looked lusher all over, her br**sts like little hills instead of ripe peaches.

"Pull that off, too," he said, jerking his chin at the undershirt.

She blushed, but she did it, and then he absolutely had to lick his lips.

"One kiss," he said, his voice like gravel. "One kiss before I f**king have to get into you."

Her br**sts were smooth as cream under his tongue, as warm as if she were fevered. She moaned at his first light pull, and he remembered how sensitive her ni**les were. It was one long kiss then, one long, sucking kiss that made her squirm like an eel and dig her fingers into his hair. Her ni**les got longer inside his mouth, rewarding every greedy flick of his tongue.

"Oh, now," she said, arching closer. "Please, Alex, come in me now."

He couldn’t drag it out any longer. He rose from her, breathing hard, and fit his h*ps into the cradle they’d been dreaming of nearly every time he jacked off. For a moment, he let his cock-head rest against her labia.