He groaned against me, and his head fell to my shoulder as hot liquid spilled over my hand. He shuddered and a smug grin spread across my face. He lifted his head to look at me. We were both breathing heavy, trying to catch our breath.
Making Emmett come was my new addiction. The way he lost control under my hand, the way he shuddered against me, the way his perfect exterior cracked, and he let the primal need shine through—I needed more.
“That was fun.” My voice shook, just like my legs.
He sagged against me, and I felt his mouth against my neck. “Nice work, Adams.”
We caught our breath for a few moments before he lifted me up off the counter, pressing soft, sweet kisses up and down my neck while carrying me upstairs. Our tea sat on the counter in the kitchen, cold and forgotten.
We
