What The Heart Knows (15 page)

Emily
felt a flutter in her stomach, looking up into his heavy lidded eyes.
Did she want him? Hell yeah. “I want you,” she murmured,
the sound coming out almost shy.

“Good
girl,” he said, crushing his lips to hers as the pad of his
thumb stroked over her clit.

Emily's
thighs pushed toward each other, her hips arching off the mattress,
trying to get closer. Trying to get more contact. But his fingers
pulled backward, continuing an achingly frustratingly gentle brush
over the material of her sweatpants.

Her
hands slipped up underneath his shirt, feeling for the muscles of his
shoulder and sinking her fingers in. Her teeth sank into his lower
lip, pulling, drawing a growl out of James.

He
lifted his head, looking down at her for a moment before pushing
himself up to straddle her waist. He grabbed the front of her
sweatshirt, pulling her up and off of the mattress by it. Her face
was level with his chest as he pulled the material of her shirt up
and over her head.

The
cool air hit her overheated skin and she sighed, leaning forward and
resting her cheek against his chest. His hands went around her,
stroking slowly up and down her spine. Then his hands grabbed her
shoulders and pushed her slowly back down on the mattress.

Above
her, he sat back down on his heels, his eyes moving over her face,
then down to her breasts, over her stomach. He slipped downward
toward her, his breath on her neck, planting a kiss in the dip before
moving to trail kisses between her breasts.

Emily
closed her eyes, sighing as she felt his lips teasing the sensitive
undersides of her breasts. One of his hands came up, squeezing the
slightly rounded breast, lightly pinching the pink peak between his
fingers as his mouth came down on her other breast, sucking, making
her hands grab the sheets of the bed. His teeth nipped into her
nipple and she bucked beneath him, grabbing the bottom of his
sweatshirt and pulling it upward.

She
needed him. Right then. Right that moment, buried deep inside her or
she was sure she was going to shatter into a million pieces.

James
sat up for long enough to remove his shirt before dipping down to
take her other nipple into his mouth. She was wild beneath him, her
fingers raking up his back, her hips grinding up into his. He could
just slip both of their pants off and be inside her in a matter of
seconds. She was just as hot as he was, but he wanted to drag it out.
He wanted to put every moment of frustrated desire he had felt since
the moment he met her into it. He wanted her screaming, begging, out
of her mind with need.

He
wanted her past the point of ever being able to deny her desire for
him again.

He
moved toward the center of her chest, kissing down her belly,
stopping at the waistband of her pants and running his tongue across
her hips. His hands slipped slightly under the material, pulling it
down slowly, exposing her pale, perfect skin. He scooted off the edge
of the bed, pulling the material free from her feet until she was
gloriously naked below him.

She
didn't tense up under his inspection, she didn't try to discreetly
pull an arm across her chest to conceal her breasts. He liked her
comfort with her body. Her complete lack of self-consciousness.

Emily
sat up slowly, dangling her legs off the end of the bed where he
stood. Her face was level with his stomach as she reached up and
grabbed the waist of his pants, quickly pushing them down off of his
hips, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. His cock sprang out,
hard, thick, as full of need as she was feeling inside. She tilted
her head upward to look into his eyes, hearing his breath hiss out of
his mouth, and feeling a rush of feminine power.

She
reached out, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding to her mouth.
Her tongue teased the sensitive skin of the head, working in slow
circles until his hand came down and fisted in her hair. She sucked
air in through her nose and quickly took his cock into her mouth to
the base, taking pleasure in the animalistic groan she heard above
her.

The
hand in her hair twisted and pulled, forcing her to slowly move
backward. She opened her eyes, tilting her head up to watch his face
as he watched his cock slowly slide out of her mouth.

“Jesus
Christ,” he said, shaking his head as his cock finally slipped
out of her mouth and she slowly licked her lips.

He
leaned forward, grabbing her by her ribs and lifting her slightly,
throwing her back further onto the bed. He climbed slowly toward her,
grabbing her ankles, pulling them apart and pinning them to the bed.

She
had a momentary feeling of embarrassment as he just sat there,
staring at her. The time seemed to be passing slowly and he made no
move to do anything but hold her there, completely exposed to him.

The
pressure inside was becoming unbearable. Emily ran a hand down her
body, hesitating for a moment before reaching down to stroke her
clit. James made a growling sound deep in his throat, watching her
touch herself. Her head angled upward, the middle of her back coming
slightly off the bed. He watched her for a minute, her legs straining
against his hold, her breath coming out fast and shallow. “Is
that what you want me to do?” he asked. Her eyes opened slowly,
hazy like she forgot he was even there.

“Yeah,”
she said, pulling her hand away.

He
let go of her ankles, one hand reaching out to grab hers as she moved
it away from her heat. He leaned forward, taking her finger into his
mouth and sucking slightly, before letting it fall back onto the
mattress.

James
moved to lay beside her, his chest covering hers. One of his hands
slid to her side, stroking down her ribs, over her hipbone, sliding
down to her knee and then stroking upward, teasing the soft skin of
her inner thigh.

His
finger stroked upward between her delicate folds, leisurely making
his way up toward her clit. The second his finger slid over the
sensitive spot, her hips sprang upward, thrusting against his
painfully gentle finger. She turned her face toward his, reaching up
and grabbing the back of his head. Pulling his face down to hers, she
leaned upward and kissed him with every bit of unfulfilled need.

His
hand slowly slid lower, stopping right at the entrance, pulsing his
finger against it, making her thighs tense, anticipating... over and
over. His teeth sank into her lower lips as his finger thrust
forward, twisting and bending upward to stroke against the spot near
the top of her pussy.

A
strangled cry wretched its way out of Emily's mouth. Her hands slid
down his back, grabbing his hips and trying to pull him fully on top
of her. She needed him. Right then. Buried deep inside her. Stroking
fast and deep. Giving her the release her body was aching for.

James
chuckled against her lips, shifting slightly upward onto his knees
and reaching for his wallet on the nightstand. His finger kept its
soft but quick exploration of her g-spot as he pulled the condom out
of his wallet.

Beneath
him, she was panting, moaning as her hands grabbed for whatever part
of him she could reach. Then, his thighs. He pulled his finger out
slowly, Emily groaning a “No,” as he did.

He
slipped the condom on quickly. “What would you prefer?”
he asked, coming down on her chest. “my finger or... this?”
he asked, rubbing his cock against her sensitive clit.

Emily's
hands slapped down on his shoulders. Her hips arched upward, trying
to situate him where she needed him most. She looked up to see his
face. His eyes were heavy with desire, his lips set in a firm line of
control. But one of his eyebrows were raised as if waiting for her
answer. As if he had all the time in the world.

She
felt herself smile slightly, shaking her head. Could he be any more
impossible? “Just shut up and fuck me,” she said, rolling
her eyes.

James
let out a surprised laugh, coming out something between a snort and a
hiccup. His cock moved down toward her threshold, pausing for the
barest of seconds, before thrusting fully inside.

Emily's
moan got caught in her throat, her fingernails biting into his
shoulders and her thighs grabbing at his hips as she felt his cock
push forward, slamming up against her back wall. Her muscles grabbed
at him as he filled her, her hips rocking upward automatically, so
far beyond shameless in her need for fulfillment.

But
he wasn't moving. Above her, inside her, he was completely still. Her
eyes opened slowly, finding him looking down at her, the slightest
smirk toying at his lips. “So you're telling me,” he
said, his voice sounding deeper than usual. “that you didn't
lay awake thinking about me inside you like this?” he asked.

She
wanted to laugh, but it came out as a hybrid sound somewhere between
a laugh and cry. Inside her, his cock twitched once and she felt her
insides grab at him, greedy for the movement. “Fine,” she
ground out, taking a breath. “I thought about this.”

“A
lot?” he asked, smiling, rocking his hips into her slightly.

Her
chest arched into his, her legs wrapping around his hips. “You
have no idea,” she admitted.

“Oh,
I think I do,” he said, his cock retreating and them slamming
forward again.

Emily
wrapped her arms around him, holding on, raising her hips to meet him
thrust for thrust. It wasn't going to be the kind of session that
would last all night, twisting themselves into different positions,
feeling completely drained and dehydrated afterward. They were both
too needy, too worked up from denying themselves what they had been
wanting for so long. Each time his cock slammed inward, she pushed
her hips down, taking him as deeply as possible, feeling every thick,
hard inch of him, driving her closer to the edge.

She
moaned out his name, oblivious to anything but the orgasm edging
closer. James' hands grabbed at her shoulders, gripping them tightly
enough to be painful if she were even paying attention. His breath
hissed out on her cheek, uncontrolled, wild. “Cum for me baby,”
he demanded, the strain heavy in his voice.

Emily
pushed her hips up one more time, feeling her muscles tighten and
hold once before spasming through her orgasm. “James,”
she screamed, feeling the orgasm start as something white and
blinding, something that had her holding onto him as if afraid she
would disappear into the oblivion if she didn't grab tight.

Above
her, James' head fell to her neck, thrusting wildly into her a few
more times before she felt his body jump once, then go rigid,
grinding out her name between clenched teeth as he came.

Thirteen

A
few minutes later, James was beside her on his side, an arm draped
across her stomach. Judging by his slow, steady breathing, he was
already drifting off to sleep. She took a deep breath, bringing an
arm up to cover her breasts, staring at the ceiling, trying not to
freak out.

It
was useless to freak out. What was done was done.

But,
Jesus Christ, what the fuck was she thinking?

The
casual sex thing wasn't the problem. She was fine with casual sex.
She had enjoyed her fair share of flings and friends with benefits
and whatever the hell else people like to call it when you shared
your naughty bits with another person who wasn't a significant other.
The difference was, she knew how to navigate those. She was the one
who decided when it started. How often they would meet up. When.
Where. For how long. She was always the one to get up and leave
after. She was ultimately the one who put and end to it.

This
was complicated. He was her boss, technically. And she knew herself.
She knew she would resent him all the more when he tried to assert
his power now that they had screwed around.

Sex
makes everything messy.

She
slowly inched her way out of the bed, grabbing her sweatpants and
sweatshirt and slipping into them silently. She grabbed her key card,
slipping it into her pocket and quietly stepped out into the hallway.

The
lodge was bustling with activity as people came in from their fun out
in the snow to get warmed up, changed, prepared for dinner. Emily
walked down into the great room, waving at the employees she knew.
She grabbed a cup of too-strong coffee off the hot chocolate cart and
sat down at the only abandoned table.

She
pulled out her phone and dialed. “Hello?” Hannah's voice
said into the phone, sounding tired.

“Hey,
Han,” Emily said, looking out at the snow, now falling in soft
tufts. “How are you?”