Page 95 of Ruthless Game

I thought I heard her say, “None of this is right,” but when I whipped my head around at her, her mouth was shut tight.

I’d imagined it. Projection, or some shit like that.

“Emma,” I said, gentling my voice and going to her, cupping her cheek, “I don’t want the first time to be like this.”

She shut her eyes, like she couldn’t stand to look at me. “It’s not my first time, according to you.”

A warning sounded in my head.

Don’t do this, Lawson.

“No, Starburst. But it’s our first time.”

An idea came to me and I lifted her again. Setting her on her feet and taking her hand in mine, I asked, “Do you trust me?”

She blinked her eyes open. They were wet. That alarm got louder.

“Do I have a choice?”

I almost dropped her hand, scalded by her question. “You always have a choice.”

“You didn’t give me one before.” I could barely hear her.

“Yeah, and that was fucked, and I’m sorry. But if you don’t want to do this, we can just hold each other, okay?”

Straightening her shoulders, she tilted her head back to look at me, placing her hand in mine.

“No, I want to do this. With you. I always wanted to do this with you, even if it’s only going to hurt later. I’m addicted to you, Max, and it’s time to stop fighting it.”

I swallowed, her words a soothing balm and a sharp slice, all at once. “Same. You’re my one and only addiction, and I never want to stop.”

Instead of me guiding her, she pulled me toward the shower by my hand, and I let her. The water was hot now, and she stepped in as I followed her, unable to look away from the way her ass jiggled.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in the universe. You know that, right?”

“When you say it, I do,” she said, voice soft.

“Because it’s true. It’s the truest thing I know.”

Something about that made her shoulders stiffen, but she stepped under the stream of water and I followed her.

She was quiet as I soaped her up, rubbed her arms, not satisfied until her body warmed under my hands. Once I was sure she wasn’t going to catch pneumonia, I let her wash me, too. We took turns washing each other’s hair, slow and distracted as we touched each other everywhere, hands slipping and sliding over wet skin. I pressed kisses to her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, turning her around so I could kiss her spine. She turned back around, hands stroking over my chest, her mouth following, sucking my nipples into her mouth and making me groan as my cock thickened between us. It was like I’d never touched her before and like I’d touched her every day of our lives; like every part of her body was new to me, and every freckle and bump and dimple on her body was more familiar to me than my own body.

There was a reverence in the way she touched me, too, whatever frustration or anger forgotten, however briefly. I welcomed the temporary armistice in her touch, shutting my eyes so I could get lost in the feel of her, the scent of her, still hating that she smelled like a stranger’s bodywash, but relieved that underneath whatever perfume was in the body wash, it couldn’t mask her natural scent. Because Emma smelled like mine. Like home.

The only home I’d ever had.

When she captured my cock in her hand and began to stroke, I stopped her. I hadn’t noticed, but our touches under the hot stream of water had slowly built up my obsessive, relentless need for her like an intentional fire. As she stoked the flames, my cock was too fucking hard, my balls heavy, and I didn’t want to come like this. No, I was coming inside her. Not because I’d never fucked anyone before. Not because I thought I’d be able to get her out of my system. Because I wanted to be in hers, so deep, so rooted, she’d never get me out. Never want to.

“Spread your legs for me, Starburst,” I murmured, dropping to my knees in front of her. “You’re going to come at least three times before I fuck you. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

Without protest, she accepted, nodding and widening her stance for me. Lifting one leg over my shoulder, I nuzzled her pussy, inhaling her scent. It was stronger here, and I could’ve stayed like this forever, surrounded by her, but her glistening lips pulled me from my stupor. I needed to taste her.

Going slow, going gentle, I kissed her clit before licking her, tracing circles around it. Emma jerked in my arms, shuddering, a soft moan leaving her lips and echoing off the tile. I continued to lick, concentrating on the spot that drove her wild, before adding fingers, thrusting one, then two, inside her, searching around her walls until I found the spongy area behind her clit and began to stroke. My Starburst’s moans got louder, showering down on me like the dust of an exploding star.

All my blood was in my cock now. I didn’t have any brain cells left for something poetic. Fortunately, I didn’t have to speak poetry to her, just trace it with my tongue and my fingers as I worked her up, up, up, until she shattered around me with a cry.

“That’s one,” I said, looking up at her, entranced by the deep blue of her eyes and the ecstatic relief on her features.