“When she was upset?” Sean asked with a frown.
I nodded. “When we got to the bathroom, she just started crying. I’d never seen her cry before, and it broke my heart. I held her and waited for her to calm down. When she did, she told me she was scared that I would try to replace her mom. She said she really liked me, but that she didn’t want to forget her mom.”
“I thought it might be something like that,” Sean said sadly
“I told her I would never try to take her mom’s place,” I said. “And I told her you wouldn’t let me, even if I tried.”
Sean smiled softly and reached out to take my hand. “Thank you for that.” “She also said she likes having me around because you seem happier when I’m here. She loves you so much, Sean. I promise you, even if she knew, she wouldn’t care that you aren’t her biological father. You’re her dad.”
“That’s why you’re such a great dad,” I said softly. “You’re amazing with her. And Tommy.”
“I’m glad you know, now,” Sean said. “You should know. You take great care of them. You deserve to know their story.”
I smiled. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “I love Tommy and Sarah. I want to be here for them for as long as I can.”
“We won’t send you away.” Sean laughed. “They would probably kill me if I tried again.”
“I want to be here for you too,” I said softly, my cheeks flushing. “If you’ll let me.”
Sean stood up and leaned across the table. His lips were soft against mine. The kiss was quick, barely lasting a few seconds, but it was long enough to send shivers down to my toes. When he sat back down, the smile on his face was brighter than ever.
I grinned back at him, and we kept talking until our coffee got cold and long after. When we were both finally talked out, Sean took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He led me to his room and closed the door tightly behind us.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - SEAN
I closed the door and turned to face Emily. She watched me closely, her eyes searching my face. After our talk, I felt closer to her than I had to anyone in a long time. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as she slowly lifted her shirt over her head. Dropping it on the floor, her hands slid to her back and unhooked her bra. My eyes followed her every move, taking in the sight of her now naked chest.
I watched her slide her jeans down her legs and kick them aside before she slowly did the same with her black panties. Everything she did was slow and deliberate and her eyes never left my face. It was so fucking sexy. I reacted automatically, stepping forward to take her in my arms. I trailed my fingers down the smooth skin of her back, stopping just above the curve of her ass. She pressed herself against me, her tits firm against my chest. When we kissed, my hands never slowed. She kissed me with meaning, pouring all of herself into that one moment, while I traced every inch of her flesh I could reach.
My fingers caused goose bumps to pop up all over her skin.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m naked, and you’re still dressed.”
“We can fix that,” I said, taking a step back.
While she watched me closely, I took my clothes off. Discarding my shirt, jeans, and boxers on the floor, I stepped back to her. She placed her hands against my bare chest and moaned softly. Her lips found my skin, and she kissed my chest while I tangled my fingers in her hair. Everything she did sent shock waves shooting through my skin.
“Emily,” I said as she moved lower, kissing her way down my stomach and getting down on her knees.
My cock was rock-hard long before her mouth came near it, but the second her gorgeous lips found the tip, it twitched with desperation.
“Holy shit,” I muttered as she slowly slid her tongue along my length. I shuddered and tightened my hold on her hair.
Her tongue moved back up to the tip, and she swirled it around slowly. Her eyes were fixed upward, watching my every reaction. When she slid me entirely in her mouth, I gasped and she grinned around my cock. The sight was almost too much. I could feel my cock throbbing in her wet mouth before she even moved a muscle.
As she took me slowly, I held her hair and guided her head. My legs were like lead and my heart was pounding. She moved faster, and I groaned, my hips rocking forward to meet her. She took me fully, letting me slide against her throat without complaint. Her eyes never left my face. She wanted to see every moment of pleasure she created for me.
When she moved even faster, sliding me in and out with ease, I grunted again and my head fell forward. My eyes closed, and I couldn’t think. My precum was sliding down her chin when I opened them again. I jerked and groaned, knowing I was too close to finishing.
Gently, I held her head still and pulled back until I fell out of her mouth. My dick was still dripping with her saliva, and she looked disappointed when I took another step backward. With a frown, she wiped her face and stood up.
“I didn’t want to finish in your mouth,” I said softly, grabbing her roughly around the waist and pulling her against me.
I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. It was enough to elicit a moan from her delicate lips, and a groan of need from mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck while I trailed my fingers down to her bare ass. With one squeeze, I lifted her into the air and carried her quickly to my bed.
I threw her on the pillows, and she looked at me with expectant need. Her tits were perky, and her nipples were hard. She automatically spread her legs, a clear invitation. In that moment, I knew I could have her any way I wanted. I could spend all night taking her as I pleased, and that knowledge drove me forward.
I dove onto her body, pinning her beneath me and attacking her skin with my lips. I kissed her neck and then her chest, making my way from one breast to the other. While I massaged one, pinching her nipple hard in my fingers, I bit the other without mercy. She cried out and writhed beneath me, wrapping one leg around me and pulling me against her.