Back to December (Ward Sisters Book 1) (11 page)

“You keep doing that and I won't be able to make it, Emily. I've been celibate for a long, long time.”

She let go and kissed him. Her lips devoured his and then trailed to his neck. Em pushed Rob back onto the king-sized bed so that he lay vulnerable to her.

“Then let me help you find a little more stamina.” And she yanked off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. The same thought as this morning flitted through her brain: he was the most phenomenal man she had ever seen.

Emily removed the rest of her clothes, then she crawled onto the bed like a lion stalking its prey. She settled between Rob's thighs and eased him into her mouth for the second time that day.

It was even better than the first time. Who knew she could like this? The more he moaned in pleasure, the more excited she got. She found herself getting wet, something that only happened with Josh when he was actively touching her private places. It made her more enthusiastic about what she was doing, and in just minutes, Rob climaxed, hot fluid rushing into her mouth.

He didn't warn her this time, knew that she was willing to swallow it, but she could tell when he was ready. As she licked the tip and he shuddered, he laughed, panting.

“Woman, you might be the death of me. Are you sure you haven't done this a lot? Because you've got skills.”

She lay beside him and she smiled.

“Nope. Apparently, I just had to be doing it to the right person. I didn't think I liked it that much.”

He laughed again. “Well, I guess I'm glad to be the right person, then, because...wow.”

Emily laughed, too. “I don't think I've ever had anyone tell me I have skills or say 'wow'.”

“I find that hard to believe. I just hope I'm not disappointing by comparison.”

Em turned so that she looked at him, knowing that her desire was written all over her face. “What you do to me is far from disappointing already. I'm sure the rest will be as good or better.”

Rob returned her look and rolled her beneath him. Every place their skin touched, hers was on fire. She wondered if he felt the same. He kissed her hard, took her breath away, made her want him more. That answer was good enough for Emily.

He got up abruptly and jerked open the side table drawer. She knew what was in there now, knew he was getting ready to show her what he could really do. He tore open a condom and despite the fact that she'd watched him put one on that morning, knowing there wasn't anything to stop them now made it all the more exciting as he rolled it down his length.

When he reclaimed his place between her thighs, she could barely contain herself, the anticipation was so palpable. She spread her legs, waiting for him to push inside. He hesitated, looked in her eyes, a question:
Are you sure?

In answer, she kissed him full on the mouth, tongue plunging between his lips as her arms embraced his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist and she brought him closer. In response, he pulled out of her grasp and kissed his way down her body.

Rob's mouth paid ample attention to her breasts again – she was beginning to get the impression that he liked them – and his hand found its way between her legs as she arched her back, eliciting a whimper from Emily. When he realized how wet she was already, he groaned and foreplay was over.

He pushed inside, slowly spreading her, somehow knowing that she would need him to take his time. Because if she thought he was big before, she realized that it wasn't an illusion or lack of memory about her ex – Rob was bigger, no question.

It was bordering on painful, would have been very uncomfortable if he wasn't taking his time. She gasped as he entered her and moaned as he made his way down until he found the end and applied just a little pressure.

“Oh, God. That feels good.”

“You don't have to call me God,” he joked, “Rob is just fine.”

“Ha-ha! Stop making me laugh. This isn't funny. It's far from...oh...funny. Do that again,” she breathed as he rotated his hips.

Rob kissed her sensually, slowly tasted her lips. His tongue danced with hers, matching the rhythm of his hips. Emily anchored her legs around him, pulled him harder to her center, moaned her pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him, caressed his back with her fingers, trailed them down to his tight butt. She could feel the muscles flexing in his back, in his butt, in his arms. He began to move in and out, knowing she was sufficiently stretched and lubricated. Each stroke ended with pressure that elicited a happy groan.

She felt the tensing, knew she was getting close, could hardly squeeze him, he was so big. And then before she could even think what else to do, it overtook her.

“Oh! Oh, Rob! Oh, my God!”

The orgasm slammed into her, wave after wave of sexual release. She could barely contain the man between her thighs. And he was still going, slow and steady. She thought she would die. He was still sliding in and out, still pressing into her, still rotating his hips and grinding more pleasure out of her. It was so soon after her orgasm, so unusual to have someone inside her moving at this point, that she had no idea what to expect. When the next wave came, she wasn't prepared.

“Oh, please, please don't stop!”

It sent him over the edge.

Rob picked up speed and then, seconds later, she felt him pulsing inside her as he breathed her name. His pace slowed and he pressed inside her as he shuddered and groaned. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, then pushed up on his forearms and slipped them under her for a hug. Nuzzling her hair, Rob gave Em a gentle kiss then pulled out slowly and rolled onto his back, trying to catch his breath.

She was having a hard time catching her own. Not to mention that she felt like a bowl full of Jell-O.

They lay there for a few minutes. Em had no idea what to say. Her brain was fuzzy and what little it could form for thoughts seemed like a jumbled, disjointed mess. The only word that made sense was, “Wow,” which she pushed out of her mouth with a ragged breath.

Rob spoke. “Yeah, I don't think 'wow' does it justice.”

She laughed. “No, but my brain isn't working.”

“So you're having that problem, too?”

“Mmm. Yes. I'm going to be honest – that wasn't sex.”

She looked at him.

He smiled. “Funny, but that wasn't my experience.”

She shook her head. “No, I mean, that was
way more
than sex. That was...intense. If that's what sex is always like for you, then I've been doing it with the wrong person for a long,
long
time.”

He laughed. “I see. Well, it's not usually like that for me, either. I've never made anyone come twice before.”

She laughed too. “Yeah, that was a first for me. In case you didn't realize it by my reaction.” She rolled to her side and faced him, head on her hand. “Has it ever been like that for you before? I wasn't kidding I've never had sex that good.”

He sat up carefully, reached for the tissue box and got rid of the condom. “I won't say I haven't had great sex before, because that would be a lie, but nothing that quite compares with what we just did.”

“And here I was, thinking my sex life was pretty decent all that time. Boy, was I wrong.”

Rob lay next to her and mirrored her position. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her gently. “I guess there's something to say for chemistry, then. Did you not have good chemistry with Josh?”

“I thought so, but apparently not. Don't get me wrong, it was never bad. It just wasn't...that. I never felt like an incoherent pile of goo afterward. And it took a while for us to get it right so that I came most of the time. I think you're the one with skills, my friend. I lay there and let you do whatever you wanted to me.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, down her shoulder and her arm, to her hip and back. “Next time, we'll reverse roles.”

Next time. Oh, yes. This didn't have to be a one-time thing. “I like that idea, there being a next time.”

“There can be as many next times as you want. I'm not going anywhere. You had me before you gave me the best sex of my life, Emily. Hell, you had me before I even kissed you the first time. I was excited to just hold your hand. I'd be a fool to walk away from you now.”

She grinned at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Like that I want you to be mine? To only do that with me and no one else? Yes.”

“You know I just broke up with someone.”

“I know that.”

“And that, usually, the first person you date after a breakup is a rebound person.”

“I hope to be the exception to that rule.” He rolled to his back, pulling her with him to cuddle. “Do you
want
to be my girlfriend?”

“Does it have to have a label?”

“I don't need a label, but that's what they'll say.”

Right, it wouldn't be a private decision.

He played with her hair. It felt so nice there in his arms, so right. “Is that what you want? For me to be more than just a girl you have great sex with?”

He turned his head so he could look at her better. “Yes. I can't explain it, but yes. I want it more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. The question is, do
you
want that? Anything you have with me, as I'm sure you've figured out pretty quickly, will be far from simple or easy. What's between you and me might be like that, but there is a whole other layer of crap that comes along with any association with me.”

“Is that why you haven't had a girlfriend in three years?” He looked at her funny. “It's been pointed out to me several times in the past twenty-four hours. Your brother should be happy. He said you needed to get laid.”

Rob laughed and rolled his eyes. “He would say that. It's not the only reason I haven't dated the past three years, but you're right. I can't do casual, Emily. I've tried. There's just too much baggage involved for casual to work well for me or the other person. For you, I'd do casual if it was what you wanted because I like you too much to just give you up completely. But I'd rather it was more than that.”

“You'd do that for me?” He nodded. She touched his cheek, gave him a small smile. As she stared into his eyes, he looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the world and her heart did a flip. No. No, no, no. She could not
possibly
be in love with him already. This was just infatuation.

Her face had betrayed her again, she could tell by his expression. He looked...pleased.

“I don't want to push you,” he said.

“You're not. I don't know why it doesn't sound insane, but, yes. I'll...I'll be your girlfriend. Why doesn't that sound like a high school thing to say?”

“I don't know, but I'm glad you said it. You know this means that you won't be able to escape having a bodyguard, right? That Liam or someone else will be around all the time? Even once you go home? I mean, if you still want to see me then.”

She sighed. “I know. I don't mind Liam. I just feel bad that he's stuck with me all day while I'm at work.”

“Believe me, it's a perk of the job for him. You're one of the most normal people he's ever guarded. He's usually stuck with divas.”

“He only guards your girlfriends?”

“No. Actually, he's never guarded a girlfriend before. I've mostly dated people in the entertainment business who have their own security. Liam is usually stuck with Rick's clients who want security but don't want to know they have it. A lot of them are spoiled and obnoxious. And they're not always women, either.”

Emily nodded her understanding. “Will he get pulled during the gala and opening?”

“Maybe. If he does, Rick will guard us both or if he needs two guys, I'll have him guard you and he'll give me Brian or Alan. They're the other guys who usually travel with me.”

“You've got it all figured out, huh?” she teased.

He was still playing with her hair. “This isn't my first time at the dog and pony show. Just the first time I've dated anyone normal since I got into the business. Remember, Rachel and I were an item from the time we met. It's been impossible to meet anyone outside of the business since our engagement ended.”

“Then I guess it's a good thing I yelled at you when you knocked me down yesterday.” She smiled.