"I… When you move, um, I don't know."

  I leaned in close, rocking my hips against her ass. "There's nothing you can tell me that is embarrassing or that I shouldn't know. You have to talk to me, Ems."

  "I like it. Am I supposed to?"

  I chuckled against her ear before kissing it gently.

  "Ems, if this gives you pleasure then it’s something you are supposed to feel, a hundred percent."

  "Oh, okay. It feels good." So I did it again. And again. And then she whimpered. "Oh God, Bridge."

  I was releasing more precum at this stage, and if I kept going like this, sliding the thick length of my erection between her cheeks, I was going to explode outside of her, not in her snug velvet folds. I eased back, pushing myself away from the glass. I snatched up my trousers and found my wallet. I had a pack of three condoms that I kept in there. Ever since Mina, I'd had to make it a habit. I only kept three in there because it was safer. I could at least have some self-control if there were only three. Except now I was horrified that there were only three. So for all these extra-curriculars with Emma, where the fuck was I going to get more condoms?

  It didn't matter though. I grabbed one, tore the foil and rolled it down my full length and then I was back.

  "Push your ass up for me."

  "Wait, I thought—"

  I laughed. "No, we're not. But I still need you to stick your ass up. You're smaller than I am. The angle won't be—"

  "Oh, right." She did as she was told, and I glanced at her ass, my hands palming her curves. Jesus fucking Christ. She was so soft. So beautiful. And then I slid my thumb between the seam, all the way down until I found her slick wet center, and then up until I found her clit. Gently, I rubbed the soft button and her legs started to shake. "Oh my God, Bridge. Bridge, oh my God."

  And then I slid my thumb away, back to the folds, sliding into her velvet richness and then back up over her pucker, pausing for a moment and swiping in smooth circles over her hidden place. Emma moaned low, and I knew one day I was going to take her there. But today, today the fact that her sex was right here waiting for me meant I couldn't wait. With a hand around my base, I notched my dick against her sweet center, and then I hitched my hips and slid up until the tip of my cock hit her clit.

  She whimpered, "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."

  "Sweetheart, I need you to slide your fingers down. Find your clit."

  I could feel her hands trembling as she met mine. "That's it. Right there. Use your fingers. Part your folds for me."

  When she complied, I slid my dick over her clit again and again and again.

  And then I waited for the telltale hitch of her breath. "Oh God, Bridge. Bridge, please, please, please."

  Then I slipped away for just one second, notched myself against her entrance, and then slid home, teeth grinding. In front of me she stiffened and whimpered. The whimpering, begging woman in front of me changed to one who was tense and unyielding. "Ems, what's wrong?"

  "Oh, wow. You're big,” she panted. “So big."

  I kissed her shoulder. "Yeah. I know. You'll be okay. Your body just has to remember how to open for me." I slid back and inched myself forward again. Again, I was met with stiffness. "Ems, relax. It's just me. Let your body relax."

  When I slid back again and inched forward, she was more relaxed. I took it easy, inch after inch. Slowly sliding back home like I belonged there. And eventually her hips started to push back against me. "Yeah, that's it. Remember the sensation. I'm big, but I belong here. And it's me. You just tell me if anything doesn't feel good."

  "Wow. I'm so full. Of you. Oh, Jesus."

  I picked up my pace slightly. My fingers sliding with hers over her clit. "Yeah that's it, keep touching yourself. Tell me what you like. Do you want it faster? Slower? Or is this just right? Like Goldilocks?"

  She coughed. "Oh my God. Why can't I… oh…"

  I could feel her body easing around me, going fluid as she rolled her hips back to me. I picked up my speed. "Is this what you wanted Emma?"

  "Bridge, oh my God."

  "You've been teasing me for years. Is this what you wanted?"

  "I-I didn't know what I wanted."

  "Well, you've got my attention You have got my dick inside you now. And this is the last dick you're going to have for a long time, do you understand me?"

  She nodded vehemently against the window. "Yes. Oh God, I didn't… I didn't know."

  "Well, now you do."

  My fingers found hers, guiding them back into circles over her clit, and then she started to shake again. "Bridge please," she whimpered.

  I reached up, palming one of her breasts, pinching her nipples just as I started to feel her body quake around my dick.

  When she tossed her head back on my shoulder and her body started quivering and shaking and gripping my dick, milking me from tip to root, I gritted my teeth and held on. "Yeah, that's it. Good girl."

  I wanted to come so bad, more than anything in my life. I wanted to come, but I held on to that because when I finally came, I was going to be looking her in the eyes.

  The rise was sharper on this one, and the fall was debilitating because Emma couldn't stand anymore.

  I could still feel the aftershock on my dick, and I groaned into her ear. "Jesus Christ, you are killing me."

  "I… Oh my God."

  I eased back, and she hissed. "Aww wow. How are you still…"

  I turned her around gently and planted a kiss on her lips. "God, I have been waiting for you my whole goddamn life."

  She blinked up at me with a lazy smile. "Same. Same."

  I leaned down and picked her up, and she gave me a squeal. "Um, Bridge, how can you… Why are you still hard?"

  I laughed. "Oh, we're not done."

  Her eyes went wide. "Um, we're not?"

  "No, we're not."

  "Oh, wow. You—do you do drugs or something?"

  I laughed. "I haven't come yet, love. I've been waiting on you."

  She blinked and blinked again. "Oh." And then I could see the pink chasing up her chest, hitting her face, giving her a red tint to those gorgeous cheekbones. "Um, right."

  I carried her into the bedroom. "Ems, what's wrong?"

  "I just… I thought you were having…"

  I frowned but laid her on the bed and crawled up between her legs. With my dick notched between her legs, I put my weight on my elbows so I didn't crush her. "What's wrong? Just talk to me."

  "I-I've never done this before, so I didn't know. And now I'm embarrassed."

  I frowned. "What do you mean you haven't done this before, Ems? You've never had an orgasm? Just who the fuck have you been sleeping with? I'm going to kill all of them for never giving you one. Also I want to beat my chest because clearly I've given you two, or did I miss one in there?"

  She ducked her head. "K-kind of two and a half. The first one took me by surprise."

  "I can't believe no one's ever made you come before. Well, we're going to make up for lost time because that's ridiculous."

  I smiled down at her and leaned down and kissed her. On her face, her expression was wrong. She didn't look happy or relaxed. She wasn't reaching for me. "Talk to me." I watched her swallow hard, and I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong. "Did I hurt you?" The shame slapped me quick, cracking my heart into a dozen pieces.

  You were never worthy of her and then you fucked it up.

  "Fuck. Are you hurt? Was I too rough?"

  She shook her head. "No. I'm not hurt, obviously."

  "Ems, help me out because I don't understand what's happening."

  She cleared her throat. "I've never had sex before until now."

  I blinked down at her. "What?"

  She licked her lips nervously. The pink tip of her tongue peeked out to lubricate her bottom lip, and I groaned because my dick was notched against her very wet cleft, and fuck…

  "Wait. Repeat. What the fuck do you mean you haven't had sex before?"

  "You don't have to be a dick about it. This was just my first time."

  I started to push up and away from her. Unable to process the words. But she wrapped her arms around me and tugged me tight until I laid directly on top of her, and then she clamped her legs around my back. Her hips notched upwards, encapsulating the head of my dick so that just the tip was inside, and I wanted to roar with frustration. "Don't you dare leave me. Please don't stop. Please, please, please don't stop. Don't ruin this."

  The scent of her swirled around me as my face planted on her neck, fogging my brain. "This isn't right Emma. That was your first time. Why didn't you say—I mean, the windows?"

  "I wanted to, but I knew if I told you, then you would have stopped. And come on, really? How many twenty-six-year-old virgins do you know?"

  "Fuck me."

  "Yes, we've been doing that. I'd like to do it again, please."

  I tried to pull away again, but Emma held on tight. She was shockingly strong in her thighs. "Ems, this is not the way it should have been. Fuck, against the wall? I took you against the fucking glass window. I was sliding my dick against your ass. Fuck."

  My dick, though, was unperturbed by being where he was, happily notched for just a little bit as she milked the tip. As she did that, I was losing my mind because I could feel the tingling along my spine, and I just wanted to fucking slide back home and take her fast. Hard. And in a slow punishing grind. Yes, the punishing grind. That would make up for her lying to me.

  She shook her head. "I'm sorry. Come on, Bridge. Don't be mad."

  I was furious. "How am I not supposed to be mad, Emma? You're supposed to talk to me."

  "If I’d talked to you and told you, would you have done it?"

  "Fuck, no. Or, I would have done it in the bed."

  "We're in the bed now."

  "Emma, your fucking first time should not have been against a window."

  "You didn't enjoy it?" Her voice was soft, unsure

  I blinked down at her like she was insane. "Did I enjoy it? Don't be daft."

  "Don't be a dick."

  At the mention of him, my dick surged forward again, sliding in an inch. And it was a real force of will to pull back. But then, devious minx that she was, she lifted her hips even more, impaling herself on me. And I hissed. I had to push back with a hand between us and placing it on her hip, holding her down. "Do not do that."

  "Are you mad at me?"

  "I'm incensed."

  "Fine. Can you finish fucking me anyway?"

  My gaze searched hers. "What is wrong with you?"

  "Nothing. There's nothing wrong with me. Fine. Get off."

  She shoved on my shoulders, and I could tell that I had said something wrong. As her hand shoved on my shoulders, I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned them over her head. "There's nothing wrong with you physically, and you are the most stunning woman I've ever seen in my goddamn life. Clearly, I want you. And I am desperate to finish this. But we have to talk, Ems."

  "We've been talking our whole lives. You've been running from me. If you didn't want me, you didn't have to kiss me. You did that. I didn't force you."

  I hung my head. "That's not what I'm saying, Emma. I could have been gentler. I could have made this good for you."

  "But you wouldn't have done anything. I just wanted you, Bridge. However, you wanted to have me. And now you wrecked it."

  I pulled her close to me. "Come on, Ems. Do you know how many times I pictured just dragging you to the floor, shoving up your skirt, and sinking deep? Never mind who the fuck was in the room? Never mind who the fuck is watching?"

  "No." She shook her head and averted her gaze.

  "Every goddamn day since we kissed since you were fifteen, every time you crossed my mind, my brain just froze up at that image. Me losing control and tearing your clothes off of you and fucking you until you screamed my name and thought of nothing else for the rest of your life. That is what I think when I'm near you. And your first time, it shouldn't have been like that."

  "If you would just shut up, I'll go. And then you don't have to have any regret."

  "You think I regret this? That's why… Oh fuck. You were so tense. I could have made that easier. I would have gone down on you for an hour, at least. I am dying to taste you. I wouldn't have jumped the gun."

  She shoved at me again. "I don't want that. I just wanted you. The real you. Not the one you show everyone else. Not the one that is tempered or in control. You. That's what I wanted."

  I frowned down at her. "Ems—"

  She shook her head. "No, I wanted you. You're always in control around me and holding yourself together. And for me, against the window was my perfect first time. I didn't know that you'd be so big. That was uncomfortable at first, but then you made it so easy and it felt so good, and I just… I'm sorry, I'm not good enough and not experienced enough yet. But if you could just show me what I'm supposed to do, I can make you come. Or maybe you don't want to? With me?"

  I stared at her incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Can you not feel the pulse of me against you?"

  She frowned and focused, her gaze hard on mine, and then she blinked in surprise. "Oh yes, the pulse is very, um… loud."

  I nodded slowly. "Yeah, all the blood is concentrated right in my dick. I am desperate to have you. I'm just…"

  "Can we talk about this another time? Either get off, or let's finish. Please?"

  "Ems."

  "Bridge."

  I sighed then leaned down, kissing the column of her neck. "You are all I've ever wanted. I just didn't expect you to not be with anyone before me."

  "You are all I've wanted. And at first, Mum did her round of perfect Indian boyfriends, but I just haven't found anyone appealing. At school I dated a little, but they were fumbling and none of them were you. So in the last couple of years since we've reconnected, I thought maybe… But you had Mina. And now you don't have Mina, and here I am naked and you don't want me. So maybe you should just let me up."

  I watched her. How could she think I didn't want her? "Keep your hands here."

  She blinked up in surprise. "Why?"

  I shook my head. Jesus, why was she always so difficult. "Because I'm trying to be gentle this time."

  "I don't want you to be gentle."

  "I was too harsh out there in the living room. I'm going to be soft with you."

  Her gaze snapped to mine. "I don't want soft. I want you or nothing at all. Give me you."

  She lifted her hips again, and the tip of my dick was inside and I just… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  "Emma, I…"

  "I want you, Bridge. You. All of you."

  And then I surged forward. The angle changed everything. And being able to see her eyes go wide and then start to roll into the back of her head, the satisfaction was instant. I still had her wrists over her head, and I started a slow grind and palmed her breast, dropping my head down and contorting myself just enough so I could lick the tip. Her body bowed. And then I notched myself tighter against her with a hand on her shoulder, bringing her down so there was no escape from me. When I released her arms, she looped them around my neck, holding me close, and I buried my face in her neck, grinding, keeping up the pace. When she started to whimper against me and her teeth sank into my shoulder, I shivered. "Fuck, Emma. Oh God. I just… I want you so bad."

  Her whisper against my skin was a promise. "I've always been here. Always."

  Then I picked up the speed, each thrust a promise. Each grinding movement a fantasy coming true. I simply was a goner. I was at a loss for words. And then I felt it again, the quiver around my dick, her harsh breaths against my skin, our slick bodies sliding against one another. She was calling my name, begging, begging, begging, and breaking apart around me. I sank my hand into her hair, fisting it back, pulling it and tugging it, angling her head so that I could kiss her and then swallow her scream, swallow my name on her tongue as I shattered into a million pieces inside her.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Emma

  I eased out from under Bridge’s arm with a side shuffle as quietly as I could.

  I wasn't running. I was just creatively making sure that I didn't wake Bridge.

  I was sore… everywhere. Hell, I was sore in places I didn't even know I could be sore. And God, my pussy felt every residual stroke from last night, like an echo.

  Bridge Edgerton was huge. And every sex fantasy I’d ever had about him came to life last night. Granted, I could never have imagined what it would be like with him. And admittedly, I should have told him that little detail I’d left out. But everything had moved so fast.

  We were kissing, and then he was lifting me, and we were against the window, and my body was on fire. Literally on fire. He had doused us both with gasoline and lit a match. I just figured he wouldn't notice.

  I thought I wouldn't notice, because where the hell do you find a twenty-six-year-old virgin these days?

  And now I was achy and would never be able to erase Bridge from my psyche. I mean how the hell did anyone follow up that act? Who knew Mr. Buttoned-up was actually a porn star.

  Then, of course, I hadn't wanted to leave him hanging. Just call me a giver. Also, I didn’t want to get marked as bad in bed. And well, I’d wanted him again. If my obsession with him was bad before, no one, and I mean no one was ever going to match it now. He was a standard no one could meet.

  And yes, the sex was some you should probably have stretched first shit, but the thing that got me, that pierced me straight to my soul, was the way he looked at me. The way his breath would hitch just before he'd kiss my shoulder or the way he would moan into my neck, or the way his hands would tighten just a little in my hair as he angled my head before diving in to kiss along my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Those little soft, endearing points that showed me that he was fighting for control and that I made him lose it. That was what would forever stamp and imprint on my body and my brain.

  Second, of course, was that unrelenting quest for orgasms. Jesus. That man, with his fingers, and oh, that dick. Wow. The thing was, I’d had no expectations of orgasms because everyone I'd ever met said it was just impossible for your first time or until you found a rhythm with someone. And if I was being honest, Bridge was the only person I had ever wanted so badly that I couldn't breathe.