Stepbrother Billionaire(44)
Author: Colleen Masters

“Loves you,” I whisper, turning to face him, “Not loved. Loves. Present tense.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the teacher this week,” he murmurs, running his hands down the sides of my body. “What are you doing giving me a grammar lesson?”

“Oh, I think we both still have plenty to teach each other, Emerson,” I say, taking his scruffy, sculpted face in my hands.

“You mean it, then?” he asks, grabbing hold of my slender hips. “You…you still…?”

“I love you, Emerson,” I whisper, letting those blue eyes swallow me whole. “I always have. I always will.”

“Thank god,” he grins, pulling me to him, “‘Unrequited’ isn’t a good shade on me.”

“You mean…” I breathe.

“I love you too, Abby,” he says, “But right now, I need you too much to waste another second talking about it.”

“Fine by me,” I murmur.

I throw my arms around Emerson’s shoulders as he brings his lips to mine. He scoops me up into his arms as his powerful jaw works my mouth wide open. I clasp my ankles around his tapered waist, and he bears my weight as if it were nothing. His tongue glides against mine, caressing it, as he spins me around in the air, laying me out flat across his king bed. He lowers his staggering body to mine, encompassing me, subsuming me. I can feel his every muscle ripple as we move together, a tangle of limbs and lust. I bury my fingers in his hair, letting my tongue sweep against his as his hands roam down the length of my body.

He tastes exactly the same, beneath the fine red wine. But while our bodies find the same easy syncopation we’ve always known, there’s more sureness and grace in our motion. Emerson was all raw power at eighteen, but now? He’s totally comfortable in his body, assured and knowledgeable. His every muscle is a tightly coiled spring of power and finesse. I’ve been craving his touch for eight years, but I never could have guessed how good it could possibly feel to have it again.

There’s no preciousness in our desire, now. No need for things to be right or perfect. We just need each other, in the rawest, most carnal way. We tear at each other’s clothing, ripping off layers and tossing them across the room. I rake my nails across the firm planes of his body—his rippling back, his impossibly cut torso—as he grabs hold of whatever part of me he can. In a matter of minutes, our naked bodies are pressed together on his king bed, our skin flushed with want, our mouths insatiable.

“I almost forgot this,” I whisper, tracing the outline of his sparrow tattoo as he kneels above me. His cock is rock hard, throbbing at its full, massive best. I bring my hands eagerly to that pulsating length, shivering with delight as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. His eyes close as I work my hands along the full stretch of him, my thumbs tracing along the ridge of his swollen head. “Almost forgot this, too,” I grin.

“Yeah?” he growls, catching my wrists and pinning them over my head, “Well, let me remind you of a few other things, while we’re at it.”

His eyes rake down along the length of my naked body. My back arches as if his very gaze is caressing me. I let my knees fall open as he brings his lips to the hollow of my throat, leaving searing kisses all along my skin. He lowers himself to me as he moves his mouth over my body, letting me feel the tip of him brush against my wet slit.

“You’re so ready for me,” he growls, pressing his cock forward by just a hair as he kneads my tits with capable hands. He pinches my nipples just hard enough, and I cry out as the first thundering shockwave of pleasure runs through me.

“Christ,” I breathe, my eyes wide with wonder, “You know exactly how to touch me.”

In reply, he lowers his lips to my nipple. Keeping his eyes on mine, he takes that hard peak into his mouth, rubbing against it with the tip of his tongue. I gasp as his fingers skirt down my lean torso and find my wet, aching sex. Sucking and biting at my tits, he traces his fingers along the slick length of me, working farther into me with every pass before he finally, gloriously, lays two strong fingers against my hard, throbbing clit.

My head falls back against the pillows as he bites my nipple, tracing firm, quick circles over that tender nub between my legs. I grab onto huge handfuls of bedding, forcing myself to breathe as he rolls his fingers over my clit, faster and harder with every moment. My knees begin to tremble as I dig my nails into his back, holding on for dear life.

“Right there,” I moan, as he flicks and kneads that pulsing bundle. “God, that’s good.”

“You think that’s good?” he growls, catching a handful of my blonde hair in his hand and turning me to face him. The sudden jolt of force coupled with his expert touch between my legs nearly makes me come right then and there. “Just wait…”

He gives me a swift, hard kiss, working my jaw open and letting his tongue sweep deeply into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, shuddering on the edge of orgasm as he bears down on my clit.

“I’m so close,” I whisper.

“How close?” he growls in my ear, forcing my knees further apart with his.

“So…so…” I gasp, my eyes screwing up in bliss. I teeter on the edge, ready to tumble.

But the room spins around as Emerson grabs hold of my hips, flips me roughly onto my stomach. Shock and illicit delight confound me as I look back at him over my shoulder. There’s a savage hunger burning in his blue eyes as he kneels over me from behind, letting me feel his enormous cock against the tight, forbidden circle of my ass. For just a moment, I think I know where we’re headed, but again he surprises me.

Pulling me forcefully onto my hands and knees, Emerson runs his fingers into the firm rise of my ass. I arch my back, knowing how much he loves to drink in the sight of me wild with needing him. With a low, guttural growl, he tugs me back toward him, lowering his mouth to my sex. My mouth falls open in amazement as he pushes against my flesh, parting me before him from behind. The illicit thrill is almost too much, which makes it just enough to drive me absolutely crazy.

I savor the sensation of his tongue tracing all along my slit, licking me from behind. The very next moment, I feel the tip of his tongue against my raw, tender clit. I buck against him as he has his fill of me, licking up every drop of my desire as he works that hard button. I barrel toward the edge of bliss, blinded by the force of it. My screams echo around the small room as Emerson wraps his lips around my clit and gives it one last forceful suck.