Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Kanan.”
I freeze. “For what?”
Her voice is soft and tired. “For taking care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you. No matter what, Em.”
She makes a sound as she burrows under the covers. We lie here for a few minutes, and I’m wondering if she’s fallen asleep or not when she starts to talk again. “Can you hold me, Kanan? I’m not asking for anything else. I just haven’t been held in a long time.”
There’s no way I can say no to her. I scoot over to her, and she lifts the cover to let me in. When I’m close enough, I put my arm around her and bring her flush against my body. It’s going to be pure hell holding her and knowing I can’t do what I want to do, but if this is what she needs, then I’ll do it.
Even if it kills me.
CHAPTER 16
EMERSON
I lift my leg higher, and there’s the sound of rumbling under my ear.
I raise my head just a little and realize I’ve completely turned Kanan into my pillow. My head is resting on his chest, and I have his body cradled between my legs. I press my hips to his, and his hand at my lower back presses into me. “Em.” He moans.
I lay my head back down and wonder if I act like I’m still asleep will he lie here a little longer? I almost fell right asleep when he lay down, and I’m kicking myself now, wishing I had stayed awake to enjoy being in his arms.
“Em,” he says again.
I smile against his chest. “I like it when you call me that. Everyone calls me Emerson. I like that you shortened it.”
He grunts, but his arms tighten around me.
I lift my leg higher and press up against the bulge of his manhood. He wraps his hand around my bare thigh to hold me still.
He’s so still I wonder if he’s even breathing. “Kanan.”
He has to hear the need in my voice. “Em… we can’t.”
I lean up and look at him. “We can, though.”
He’s struggling. He’s a good man, and I know he feels like he’s doing the right thing by telling me no, but somehow, I need to prove him wrong. I told myself that the next time, if he wanted to kiss me, he would have to initiate it, but having him this close, I can’t resist. I turn my head and press my lips to his chest.
His whole body trembles, and I trail kisses along his shoulder.
“Em,” he says, his voice strangled.
“Please, Kanan. I just want to feel good. Make me feel good.”
I barely get the words out and he’s shoved me to my back and raises over top of me. He’s breathing like he’s been running, but he’s staring down at me like he still hasn’t decided what he’s going to do with me.
I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to meet his. “Please, Kanan,” I beg.
He leans down and whispers, “I can’t tell you no.”
When his lips seal to mine, I feel as if I’m in heaven.
His lips are ravaging mine, and with my arms looped around his neck, I refuse to let go.
He kisses across my cheek, down my neck, and I turn my head to give him better access. He stops and pulls away, but I hook my legs around him. “No, please, Kanan. Please.” I beg.
He’s huffing and puffing, and I don’t think he realizes it, but he’s grinding his dick into my belly. “If you stop now, Kanan, I’ll never forgive you.”
He kisses my shirt-covered chest. “I’m not stopping.”
I cry out in relief. “Thank goodness.”
He crawls down my body and loops his fingers into the waistband of my panties. “Lift,” he demands.
I lift my hips, and he pulls my panties down my legs and tosses them across the bed.
He’s hovering over me, fitting his body between my legs. He’s just staring down at my body, and I start to shift. “Kanan, you can’t…”
“I can’t what?”
I try to pull him back up my body, but he’s not budging. “I can’t what?” he repeats.
I raise up on my elbows. “I was going to say look at me, but I mean, you’re right there.”
“Look where? Here?” he asks, pressing a finger to my sex.
I throw my head back. “No, I mean yeah, damn, you have me so confused. Yes, you can look there, but ignore my belly.”
He removes his hand from between my legs, and obviously I said the wrong thing because he’s now inspecting my belly. “Kanan, stop,” I tell him, trying to roll out from under him.
He holds on to me, stopping me from moving. “Your belly is beautiful, Em. Everything about you is beautiful.”
Just to prove his point, he presses his lips to the roundest part of my belly. Over and over, he kisses me across my middle until I start to relax underneath him. When he goes down farther, I’m holding my breath in anticipation, waiting for him to get where I really need him.