Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

His eyes slanted, a heated look simmering in the swirls of navy. “Then what are we waiting for?”

A devious smile formed on his face, and then my entire world flipped upside down. Emmett’s hands gripped my face with a strong grasp. His fingers intertwined in my hair, and he pulled my mouth to his. His lips stole the breath off mine. I couldn’t breathe. His mouth captured me, his tongue roughly pushing through the barriers of my lips, causing an actual moan to escape. I gripped his large wrists, holding on for dear life.

The throb between my legs was almost unbearable, and Emmett somehow sensed that, because his hands suddenly left my face and, instead, gripped my hips. I was suddenly thankful that my dress wasn’t tight below my waist, because Emmett lifted me up, my back slamming onto the wall, and wrapped my legs around his hips. I felt his hard length against my middle, even through the layers of fabric between us.

He pulled back for a second and roughly asked, after nipping my ear, “What do you want, Fallon?”

Through my breaths I said, “What do you mean?”

He slowly inched his head forward, his jaw locked and steely. His eyes were fierce looking. He didn’t even look like the Emmett I met a week ago. In his place was someone that could take me places I didn’t even know existed.

“What… do you want? Tell me what you want. I’m going to make our time together unforgettable, babe.”

There was that word again. Babe.

“I…” My legs tightened on his hips at the same time his hands tightened on my ass. “I don’t know. I’ve never been asked that before.”

Emmett’s jaw somehow grew harder.

His voice was rough, husky. “Well, I’m here to teach you how a man should treat a woman, Fallon. What. Do. You. Want?”

I was completely hot all over. Every single inch of my body was boiling. “I want you.”

A look of pure satisfaction appeared on his face. “Oh, you’ll get me, but right now…” Emmett tilted his head, gripping my ass so hard there might have been bruises afterward. “Right now… I’m going to have some fun.”

Then he swooped in for another kiss, lowering my legs back down to the floor. One hand was on my leg, and suddenly he dropped down to the ground, out of sight.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed, suddenly aware that we were in a hallway, only a few floors up from an entire room filled with hundreds of people—hundreds of people that included my entire family and soon-to-be fiancé.

“Having fun,” he mumbled, lifting the bottom of my dress.

Oh my God. I literally started to pant. This is… erotic.

“I’m going to make you feel wanted, Fallon. I’m going to show you how you should be treated.”

I breathed out my nose, placing my hands onto the wall behind me. The smooth, cool paint along my palm did nothing to ground me.

I was seconds away from free falling, because Emmett was underneath my dress… again.

His warm breath blew over my knee, and then I felt his soft lips near my groin. He kissed one spot, then moved upward another inch and kissed me there, too. His face was slightly scratchy, and it only intensified my desire. His hands snaked around and gripped my ass just as his breath fanned over my middle. He kissed the outside of my panties softly at first, then harder, to the point that I whimpered.

“Emmett,” I managed to whine out.

Emmett’s voice was low and muffled. “Stay patient, Fallon. I don’t want you to ever forget about this moment.”

“I won’t,” I said, breathing hard and fast.

He was killing me. Slowly and painfully.

All of a sudden, one of his hands left my ass, and pleasure filtered throughout. He moved the side of my panties over, and I felt his warm tongue lick me slowly and carefully. I threw my hips up to his face involuntarily, and then he began sucking and nipping me with a careful plan.

He drove me so crazy I started to break out in a sweat.

“Tell me, Fallon. Tell me what you want, baby.”

That sentence set an entirely new fire throughout my body.

“I need—” I sighed from pleasure, lost in a world that felt too good to be true. “I need you to hit….”