we were even out here."
"Don't do that. Don't place blame on yourself when there's no need for it."
Her shoulders slump. "Logically I know that, but..."
I pull her off the stump she's sitting on and onto my lap. "I know, baby, but the heart isn't very logical."
"Tell me something," she says, "take my mind off of it."
"Hmm. I could tell you that I love you."
She snuggles closer to me, pressing her cheek to my chest. "Tell me something I don't already know."
Here goes nothing... "I told my parents about us."
She sucks in a sharp breath and tries to pull back from me. I tighten my hold, forcing her to stay put. "You did what? My God, Sterling, why? Your parents hate me!"
"That's not true." And really, it's not. They don't feel any certain way about her at all. "They just love money. Well, my dad does. But yeah, I told them about you, and I told them that we needed to have a long talk about a lot of things. They were both receptive to the idea."
"Really?" I can't discern where her mind's at from her tone.
"I know it's easy to think that because they're both lawyers that they are both callous assholes. But really, they're not. Not in their personal life, anyway. They're just way too good at their jobs."
"I guess that makes sense, but I'm still nervous."
"Well then, why don't we go check out the inside of our tent and see if I can't ease your nerves?"
"Really?" she asks, sounding far more eager than anxious.
"Would I ever lie about wanting to make you feel good?"
The firelight illuminates the pretty blush staining her cheeks. "Okay." She wiggles free from my hold and stands. "Let's go."
Emmalyn turns and heads toward the tent, surprising the hell out of me when she pulls her shirt off and lets it drop to the ground halfway there. I'm frozen, raptly watching as her pants quickly follow.
"Don't tease me," I warn.
She pauses right outside of our tent and turns to look at me over her shoulder. "Who's teasing who, Ster? You promised me a good time, and here I am heading to bed all alone."
Over the last two weeks, Emmy's definitely gotten braver sexually, but this little vixen before me has me staring slack-jawed.
"Seriously, are you coming or not?"
"We both are, if I have anything to say about it," I mutter, as I spring up from my chair and take off after her.
With a delighted squeal, she darts into the tent. I can hear her rustling around inside—hopefully ditching the rest of her clothes—but I stop on my way to grab her discarded clothing before quickly shucking mine off and joining her.
"Took you long enough," she says with a coy smile.
"Didn't mean to keep you waiting." My eyes rove over her naked body hungrily.
"I'm sure you can make up for it." She reclines back onto the mound of sleeping bags, propping herself up on her elbow. Her pose is casual, effortlessly sexy in a way that is wholly unique to Emmy.
"Oh, I'm sure I can."
"What are you waiting for?" This playful side of her is my favorite.
"For you to spread those sexy legs." My voice is a growl as the predator in me surges to the surface.
Emmalyn's eyes widen and her cheeks go scarlet, but she complies, lying flat and hooking her hands beneath her knees, pulling her legs wide and bearing herself to me.
The soft skin of her thighs is slick with her arousal, and I can hardly restrain myself from diving down for a taste.
"So damn beautiful." I kiss her ankle and then her calf before switching to the other leg, dragging my lips from her knee all the way up to her thigh. "So damn tempting."
I skim my mouth up and over, pressing a searing hot kiss to her pussy lips. She sighs and her back arches.
"So damn mine."
"Your mouth," she moans.
"What about it?"
"I love it."
"Tell me what you love," I demand before darting my tongue inside and then licking all the way up to her clit.
"I...I, oh!" She loses her train of thought as I slide my middle finger inside while simultaneously sucking her clit into my mouth.
"Oh, God. Ster. Fuck!"
Her soft pleading sounds have me grinding my erection into the pallet beneath us, searching for friction of my own.
I want inside of her more than I've ever wanted anything else, but I'm not moving from this spot until her release is dripping down my chin.
Emmy doesn't make me wait long.
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