A Forever Love (Wanted #5)(23)
Author: Kelly Elliott

Jesus, is it possible for the trees to be spinning around me?

“What?” I asked as I leaned back against my car. “Why does he live with your aunt and uncle?” What type of messed-up relationship does she have with this guy?

Emma slowly started to unbutton her white shirt as she took a few steps closer to me. “He lives with them because they are his parents.”

“What? Did they adopt him or something?” I asked as I watched her take off her shirt.

She stood in front of me with nothing but a skirt and her white bra. My dick was so hard that I was pretty sure I would explode if she rubbed against me.

Emma let out a giggle and started removing her pencil skirt.

I held up my hands and said, “Emma, I won’t let you do this.”

She stepped out of her skirt and stood before me in her bra, white lace knickers, and a garter belt that held up her hose.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

She walked up to me and stopped inches from me. “No, Garrett. Philip was not adopted by them. He’s their biological son. I was having dinner with my cousin, who was helping me with a class I was struggling with. We hadn’t seen each other in months. He has a wicked sense of humor, and that’s why I was laughing so hard when you walked up to us.”

Emma reached behind her back, and before I knew it, her bra had fallen to the ground. She stood in front of me, wearing nothing but knickers, her garter, and hose.

“I think I’m going to faint,” I said as I looked her perfect body up and down.

“Garrett…touch me,” Emma whispered.

My eyes snapped up to hers, and I felt the tears building in my eyes. “Emma…I’m so sorry. I thought—”

She pushed herself into my body and ran her hand through my hair. “Garrett Thomas Mathews, kiss me and put your hands on me before I explode from needing to feel your touch.”

I did as she’d asked. I slammed my lips against hers, and the moment her tongue touched mine, I let out a moan. She tasted like cinnamon and honey—that was the only way I could describe it. She was so damn sweet. She grabbed my hand and moved it up to her breast. The instant I touched her, I jerked my mouth from hers.

She dropped her head back and moaned. “Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this moment for months.” Bringing her hand up, she grabbed her other breast and began playing with her nipple.

“Emma…you’re gonna kill me. I think you’re trying to kill me.”

She snapped her head back up and took a step back. I reached out to keep touching her, but she smiled and turned. She started walking back to the tree.

Holy shit. I could see the cheeks of her ass peeking out from her knickers.

She looked back at me from over her shoulder, and she used her finger to motion for me to follow her. I began walking toward her, and I watched as she reached down and began laying out the quilt. I stopped just short of the quilt and stared at her as she leaned up against the tree.

She slowly put her finger in her mouth and then let out a giggle. “I’m trying to seduce you, Mr. Mathews. Is it working?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I would say it’s working very well, Miss Birk, very well indeed.”

“Garrett?”

I looked her body up and down. “Yeah?” I pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossed it to the ground.

She held up a condom, and I about dropped to my knees.

“I want you to make love to me, Garrett. Then, after we make love, I want you to do something else for me.”

My mouth was dry, and I fought like hell to speak. “Oh…okay. I’ll do whatever you want, Buttercup.”

She pushed off the tree and began walking over to me. She put the condom gently between her teeth as she reached down and started taking off my pants.

Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Oh God, please don’t let me come from just her touching me.

She slowly began stripping me of my clothes. I lifted one leg at a time, and before I knew it, she was standing up and taking a step back. She ran her eyes over my body. The way she was looking at me had me grabbing myself, and I let out a moan.

She went to unclip her hose, but I quickly walked up and dropped to my knees onto the quilt. I began to open each snap. I placed my hands on her legs and listened to her breathing increase.

“Take off your knickers, but leave your stockings on, Emma.”

I looked up at her chest heaving up and down. I’d never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Emma tossed her knickers on top of my clothes. I reached up and began rolling her stocking down her right leg. I placed my hands on her left leg and slowly began taking off that stocking. When she lifted her leg, I removed the stocking but put her leg over my shoulder.

“I want to taste you, Emma,” I said as I pulled her closer to me.

She placed both hands in my hair and whispered, “Garrett…I’m scared.”

I pushed my face into her and quickly flicked her clit with my tongue.

She jerked her hips into me and let out a small scream. “Oh my God!”

She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face into her more. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing my sweet, naughty Emma liked this. I slowly pushed two fingers into her.

Damn…she’s so tight.

I needed to make her orgasm as many times as I could before we made love. I gently moved my fingers in and out as I began sucking on her clit, and then I began my assault on her clit with my tongue. She started pumping her hips more, and before I knew it, she was clamping down on my fingers and falling apart as she called out my name. I didn’t even care how loud she was. I was making her come in the most intimate way. I was about to make her completely mine. When she finally began relaxing, I quickly stood up and held on to her.

“Garrett…that was…oh my…that was amazing.”

I smiled and kissed her as I gradually brought her down to lie on the quilt. “Please tell me you haven’t had an orgasm since the last time we were on this quilt,” I whispered against her lips.

She looked away. “I can’t tell you that because it would be a lie.”

I swallowed hard, and I was about to ask her when she turned back to face me. The moonlight caught her eyes, and I fell in love with her even more.

“I have dreams about you all the time, Garrett. When I wake up, I’m touching myself. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made myself orgasm because I was dreaming or thinking about you. I’m so sorry.”

She went to look away again, but I placed my hand on the side of her face.