Harder. Faster. Her body bucked beneath his and her lips parted on a sharp cry. He held himself still, reveling in the feel of her muscles clenching around him as her climax swept over her again.
Over him.
Then his control snapped and he plunged into her again, over and over until his own climax exploded. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw against his own groan, a thousand shards of sensation shredding him. He fell forward, careful to brace his weight on his arms so he wouldn't crush Emily, and tried to catch his breath.
Fuck. How had he forgotten this? Forgotten how potent she was, forgotten how easily he lost control with her.
He didn't lose control. He couldn't afford to.
Except he had. With Emily.
Always with Emily.
JP took a deep breath and rested his forehead against her shoulder, her skin warm and flushed against his. He waited for her arms to come around him, to feel the reassuring comfort of her hold. But her arms remained stretched above her, her body still except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
" Bordel de merde ." He whispered the soft curse then slowly eased himself from Emily's warmth. He rolled off her and stood up, making his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. He refused to look in the mirror, refused to meet his own accusing stare.
Emily was sitting on the edge of the sofa when he returned, as far to the side as she could get without sitting on the arm. She was completely dressed, her hair neatly brushed back and tucked behind her ears.
And she wouldn't look at him.
He ran a hand down his face, felt the scratch of whiskers against his palm. Without saying a word, he gathered his own clothes and pulled them on, his movements rushed and jerky.
What the fuck had he done? Why hadn't he stopped? He should have known what would happen, should have known how she'd react. He hadn't seen her in five years and the history between them was too painful.
But had that stopped him from tossing her to the sofa and fucking her? No. What kind of man was he?
He smoothed a hand down the front of his shirt then stood there, not knowing what to do, only knowing he had to do something. He stepped closer to Emily, then dropped to his knees in front of her, reaching for her hands. He wasn't surprised when she tried to pull away so he tightened his grip.
"Emily. Ma douce . Please. Look at me."
"JP, don't."
"Look at me." He placed two fingers under her chin and gently tilted her head up until she was looking at him. She blinked and lowered her gaze, but not before he saw the shadows darkening the blue of her eyes, turning the color to that of a stormy sea.
"I need to get home. Monica's probably worried by now."
JP sighed but didn't release his hold on her. Not yet. "Emily, I'm sorry."
Her gaze flew to his, a flash of fire there and gone. "Sorry? Why?"
He sat back on his heels, the question surprising him. "I...this...I shouldn't have—"
"I'm a big girl, JP. I didn't do anything I didn't want to." She watched him for a few seconds, her eyes softening as the stiffness left her. Then she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. Opened them again then gently placed her palm against his cheek. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth then stood up, stepping around him.
He stood up and faced her, his confusion no doubt clear on his face. "I don't understand. Then why—"
"Because I didn't think I'd still want to. Not with you." She tried to smile, one corner of her mouth barely lifting, trying to take the sting out of her words. But he felt them cut, deep and sharp. If Emily noticed, she didn't say so. She stood there, sadness and something else in her eyes as she watched him.
"Will you take me home now?"
JP nodded, not knowing what to say, not knowing if he could find his voice even if words came to him. He finally turned away and grabbed his cell phone and keys from the coffee table, then led Emily outside without another word.
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Over him.
Then his control snapped and he plunged into her again, over and over until his own climax exploded. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw against his own groan, a thousand shards of sensation shredding him. He fell forward, careful to brace his weight on his arms so he wouldn't crush Emily, and tried to catch his breath.
Fuck. How had he forgotten this? Forgotten how potent she was, forgotten how easily he lost control with her.
He didn't lose control. He couldn't afford to.
Except he had. With Emily.
Always with Emily.
JP took a deep breath and rested his forehead against her shoulder, her skin warm and flushed against his. He waited for her arms to come around him, to feel the reassuring comfort of her hold. But her arms remained stretched above her, her body still except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
" Bordel de merde ." He whispered the soft curse then slowly eased himself from Emily's warmth. He rolled off her and stood up, making his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. He refused to look in the mirror, refused to meet his own accusing stare.
Emily was sitting on the edge of the sofa when he returned, as far to the side as she could get without sitting on the arm. She was completely dressed, her hair neatly brushed back and tucked behind her ears.
And she wouldn't look at him.
He ran a hand down his face, felt the scratch of whiskers against his palm. Without saying a word, he gathered his own clothes and pulled them on, his movements rushed and jerky.
What the fuck had he done? Why hadn't he stopped? He should have known what would happen, should have known how she'd react. He hadn't seen her in five years and the history between them was too painful.
But had that stopped him from tossing her to the sofa and fucking her? No. What kind of man was he?
He smoothed a hand down the front of his shirt then stood there, not knowing what to do, only knowing he had to do something. He stepped closer to Emily, then dropped to his knees in front of her, reaching for her hands. He wasn't surprised when she tried to pull away so he tightened his grip.
"Emily. Ma douce . Please. Look at me."
"JP, don't."
"Look at me." He placed two fingers under her chin and gently tilted her head up until she was looking at him. She blinked and lowered her gaze, but not before he saw the shadows darkening the blue of her eyes, turning the color to that of a stormy sea.
"I need to get home. Monica's probably worried by now."
JP sighed but didn't release his hold on her. Not yet. "Emily, I'm sorry."
Her gaze flew to his, a flash of fire there and gone. "Sorry? Why?"
He sat back on his heels, the question surprising him. "I...this...I shouldn't have—"
"I'm a big girl, JP. I didn't do anything I didn't want to." She watched him for a few seconds, her eyes softening as the stiffness left her. Then she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. Opened them again then gently placed her palm against his cheek. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth then stood up, stepping around him.
He stood up and faced her, his confusion no doubt clear on his face. "I don't understand. Then why—"
"Because I didn't think I'd still want to. Not with you." She tried to smile, one corner of her mouth barely lifting, trying to take the sting out of her words. But he felt them cut, deep and sharp. If Emily noticed, she didn't say so. She stood there, sadness and something else in her eyes as she watched him.
"Will you take me home now?"
JP nodded, not knowing what to say, not knowing if he could find his voice even if words came to him. He finally turned away and grabbed his cell phone and keys from the coffee table, then led Emily outside without another word.
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