Intoxication.
Heaven.
Emmit bit down on my shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back into me harder. With a deep grunt he closed his eyes and said, “Addie, baby I’m going to come.”
I didn’t want this moment to be over. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him.
“Please don’t stop, Emmit. Please I want more.”
Emmit moved in and out of me so hard and fast it felt like we were one. He slipped his hand down and rubbed my clit as he gritted his teeth. I could tell he was trying to hold off for me to come again. It wasn’t long before I could feel myself pulsing around him as he poured himself into me and moaned into my neck.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there with Emmit still inside of me. There was something so raw and
beautiful about this moment that neither of us wanted it to end. No words were needed to be spoken between us, we just felt it.
Emmit pulled back and captured my eyes with his. Those beautiful gray eyes of his held my blue as we both slowly brought our breathing back under control.
My heart would forever be lost to this man.
I was his, and he was mine.
The only thing that drew our attention from each other was Emmit’s cell phone ringing.
Emmit lifted me some as he pulled out to my whimpering protest. My heart was beating so hard in my chest. I’d never felt so amazing. Emmit had a way of making me feel so sexy.
Running over to his phone, Emmit swiped it and said, “This better be good!”
Turning his back toward me, Emmit said, “What? H-how in the hell did that happen?”
That sick feeling I had from earlier quickly came back.
“What were you doing, Ashley? Did you see anyone?”
I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body as Emmit glanced over his shoulder at me. “She’s with me. Yeah no, she’s perfectly fine.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I placed my hand on Emmit’s arm.
Shaking his head, he turned away from me again. “Do what Todd says, Ashley. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. I need to get dressed.”
Emmit dropped his phone onto the bed and quickly walked over to the dresser where he pulled out some shorts and a T-shirt.
“Emmit, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
His body relaxed just a bit. “No baby, don’t be scared. Ashley woke up to see you were missing. She said she got worried so she went to see if maybe you went down to the early sunrise yoga class. When she got back—”
Emmit’s voice faded as he shook his head and reached down for his sneakers. “What? When she got back what?” I put my hand over my mouth and asked, “Emmit, is she okay? Are my parents okay? What’s going on?” I shouted as I forced him to look at me.
His hands rubbed down his face as he let out a loud frustrated moan. Dropping his hands to his side, Emmit slowly shook his head. “Let’s get you dressed first, Addie. Then I’ll tell you as we head back to Ashley’s place.”
Worrying my lip, I nodded and quickly got dressed. Emmit took me by the hand and led me out of our beach cottage.
“Please tell me, Emmit,” I begged.
Emmit blew out a long breath before he began talking. “When Ashely left to go find you, someone came into her room. They destroyed it, knocking over furniture and taking a knife and . . . and . . .”
The lump in my throat almost didn’t allow me to talk. “And what, Emmit?” I shouted.
“They cut up your wedding dress.”