Part 16 (1/2)

When the sensations pa.s.s, I feel lightheaded. I slowly pull out of Emily as I lower her to the tiled floor.

”Wow,” she says. ”That was...are you okay?”

I'm standing but my body is limp, my eyes still closed. ”I am so good,” I say. ”Perfectly fine.” I open my eyes and see beautiful naked Emily in front of me, letting the warm water wash over her.

”Do you still want to take me back to your place?” she asks.

”Oh, honey,” I say. ”I'm not even close to being finished with you.”

I make good on my promise.

It takes a lot of self-discipline but once we get through the door of my house we make it past the sitting room where we got stuck last time. We are mauling each other with our hands, clothes flying off our bodies and dropping randomly to the floor, but at least we're moving up the stairs, however slowly.

I need to get her into my bed. It's the one thing I've been fantasizing about since the moment I met her, even if I didn't quite realize it at the time.

As I lead her down the hall on the second floor Emily says, ”Jesus, how big is this place?” Her eyes roam down the long hall. I take her face in my hands, pressing my lips into hers.

Once we're standing before my bed I scoop her up in my arms and literally toss her onto the mattress. She laughs as she bounces on the thick comforter and way too many decorative pillows. I shove them to the floor. It seems impossible, but Emily looks even sweeter with her damp, loose hair and clean face. I cover her body with mine, ready to get her clothes off. Our shoes are long gone and neither of us put our wet underwear back on, so the barriers between us are few.

Once Emily is lying naked before me, I begin kissing every part of her, wors.h.i.+pping her body. I gently suck at the skin on her neck, kiss over her shoulders and the impossibly smooth skin of her arms. I take the buds of her t.i.ts in my mouth, pulling gently as I watch Emily's hungry face. I work my way down my stiff d.i.c.k bobs across her thigh, causing a small weep to escape her lips. I love the way her body moves under me, wanting more. Her hands are constantly reaching out for me, touching my chest or shoulders or head. Knowing I'm satisfying her even in these simple ways makes want to do even more to her, please her further.

”Jackson,” her sweet voice calls. ”I need you inside me.”

She doesn't have to say it twice. I scoop her up and move us to the top of the bed, both of us sitting up, my back against the headboard.

”Then sit on my d.i.c.k,” I tell her, working her breast in my hand. ”Put me inside you.”

She reaches down between our bodies and takes me in her soft hand. I close my eyes to her touch, but only briefly. She slowly works me up and down, teasing me for a moment, then scoots on her knees a little closer so that her p.u.s.s.y is right above my d.i.c.k and d.a.m.n if she doesn't tease me further by running my hard c.o.c.k over that slick eager opening of hers. Finally she sets me right at her opening, then slowly slides down and envelopes my d.i.c.k. We both sigh out our grat.i.tude.

I let her set the pace, letting her get comfortable. She doesn't take all of me in at once but eases back up and slowly down again. My mouth is on her t.i.ts again, so full I can't help myself. Soon Emily begins to increase her pace, moving more quickly, pumping on my d.i.c.k, going deeper. Our bodies are beading with sweat. I love the way it feels running down Emily's back.

I take her a.s.s in my hands and squeeze her, helping her move on me so she doesn't have to work so hard. My hands are devilish things around Emily, and I can't help but pull those firm cheeks apart, kneading them in my hands. With my middle finger I touch her hole, just a little, pressing on it but not entering it. She gasps, her eyes widening.

”I won't go in,” I say. ”I just want to tease you.”

Her hips move back toward my hand slightly, telling me to keep it up while giving my d.i.c.k a new enthralling angle inside her tight p.u.s.s.y. As she pumps harder over my d.i.c.k her b.r.e.a.s.t.s are bouncing and I'm pressing on her sensitive hole and I know it's making her mind go wild. She's slamming her c.u.n.t down on me now, her hands on my shoulders for more leverage and I'm not sure I can take it anymore.

”I'm going to come,” she says.

”Yes,” I tell her.

We explode into each other, Emily crying out as I unload into her again. I pull her body close, b.r.e.a.s.t.s again my face as we finish, panting, dizzy, ecstatic.

”Jesus Christ, Emily,” I say. ”What are you doing to me? You make me absolutely insane.”

We spend the night wrapped in each other's limbs, caressing each other's skin, kissing each other's lips. I start a fire in the bedroom and the glow and warmth of it makes the night even more incredible. I love watching Emily's eyes get lost in the flames.

We make love again before morning. The more we explore each other, the less shy Emily becomes and it's such a turn on. When her hand is on my d.i.c.k, I can't think straight. If it's ever in her mouth-and G.o.d I hope it will be-I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. For now, though, all I care about is pleasing her. That makes me plenty satisfied.

”You are making me absolutely crazy,” I tell Emily in the morning, holding her gaze. ”You've got my mind in disarray and my heart pleading for more. Not to mention my body...”

”You're doing the same to me,” she says.

”So what should we do? Spend every second together?” If I could swing it, I would do it. Believe me.

”I don't know,” Emily says. ”I've never really been in a relations.h.i.+p before.”

”Is that what this is? A relations.h.i.+p?”

”Do you want it to be?”

She's not looking at me, and I can feel the hopefulness in her words. I don't know what I want from Emily, but I want her, all the time.

”I don't want to disappoint you,” I tell her. ”I've never really been a relations.h.i.+p guy.”

She snuggles closer. ”We'll figure it out. No pressure.”

”No pressure,” I echo.

When we do say goodbye later the next day, I feel closer to her than ever, but also unsure of where it's all going. I feel more strongly about Emily than I have about any woman in my life. Clearly, being with Emily-forever-would fit nicely into my father's demands of becoming a family man and I could take command of Croft International as I was born to do.

Still, I'm leery of rus.h.i.+ng the relations.h.i.+p. I don't want to push Emily and frankly, I don't know if I could be the man she needs me to be. Work has been my whole life. Now I'd almost give it all away to spend every waking moment with her. The worst thing I could do would be to use her. I won't do that to her. So I forget about the will and Father's demands and do as Emily says-figure it out. I don't know when or how or what will happen, but for now I intend to enjoy simply being with her.

Emily

He's got my head absolutely spinning.

Every moment with Jackson feels like the first drop of roller coaster-exhilarating and dangerous. When I'm with him all I want to do is touch him. When touch him I want to be closer to him, and when we're not together I can hardly get him out of my mind. I am addicted.

I'm trying to concentrate on school and work and keep my head out of the proverbial clouds. It's not easy.

The week after the luncheon, Brent wasn't teaching. Professor Stanwick mentioned Brent was ill, and although I didn't want the guy to be sick I was glad not to have to see him. I wasn't sure how he would act after what happened. I figured he was embarra.s.sed that he got pushy with me, and having someone as powerful-physically and otherwise-as Jackson put him in his place probably didn't help his ego.

When Brent finally came back to cla.s.s, I'd been so in my own world of Jackson that I hardly noticed him, although I did think he was a bit icy to me when I asked a question about his lecture. I still didn't think much of him even when Natalie told me after cla.s.s something he said when she ran into him at a cafe.

”I asked him how the luncheon had gone,” Natalie explained. ”And he said, 'Why? What'd Emily say?' I told him I hadn't even talked to you yet and he said, 'She better keep quiet unless she wants her s.h.i.+t to come out.' I was like, oh-kaaay.”

At first I thought, Whoa. Why so aggressive? But I didn't tell Natalie the whole story. I honestly didn't want to embarra.s.s Brent. I still thought he was a nice guy-always a nice guy-who had a little crush on me but who wouldn't stand a chance against Jackson Croft in anyway, from looks to intelligence to downright s.e.xiness.

Today is a work day, not a cla.s.s day. Some days are both but today I go into the office for a full day.

I'm eating a late lunch at my desk-salad in a Tupperware bowl-when I get a text from Jackson.

You won't believe this. I have a free hour. Meet me for lunch?

He suggests a restaurant in Faneuil Hall that's sort of between our offices.