Page 64 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
His mouth latched on while his fingers moved further into my panties.
“Oh my god,” I gasped when his middle finger found my center. It circled around and around, spreading my wetness.
Nick’s arm banded across my stomach when my legs started to shake and buckle. His mouth and hand never once paused as he kept me from falling.
His finger at my core dipped inside and pressed against my inner walls. In and out, over and over.
“Nick, please,” I begged.
His finger stopped plunging and went to my swollen clit. His strokes started soft and slow, my hips rocking back and forth to match his movements. I started panting as his finger worked faster and harder between my legs.
When my orgasm hit, a loud moan came from deep in my chest, filling the kitchen as my body trembled. Nick kept working his finger until I was limp in his arms.
I took a few ragged breaths and put pressure back on my feet. The beeping oven timer caused my eyes to fly open.
I had just let Nick finger fuck me in my kitchen. Even though he had once explored every inch of my body, I was embarrassed. We had just crossed the sexual boundary. How was I supposed to act?
Pushing at his arms, I tried to get out of his embrace but the more I struggled, the tighter he hugged me.
“Emmy,” he said. “Stop fighting me.”
“I’m not. I just need to get the cookies out of the oven before they burn,” I lied.
“We can make another sheet.”
“Let me go. Please.”
He didn’t let me go but his frame relaxed and his forehead dropped to my hair. “You’re not ready yet.”
I let out a long breath and my shoulders fell. “No. Can I get the cookies?”
He let me go and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
Shit.
Transferring cookies onto a cooling rack, I got my head together. I didn’t want to hurt Nick’s feelings or lead him on and I wasn’t trying to push him away or bruise his ego.
I just didn’t want to go too fast. We still had so far to go. Adding sex into the mix was bound to make this harder than it already was.
“I’m sorry,” I said to the cookies.
The beer bottle hit the island and his footsteps came my way. “Don’t be sorry,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “That was the hottest moment I’ve had in nine years. We’ll go as fast or slow as you want. I can wait. Even if it takes another nine.”
Wow, that felt good. Nearly as good as the orgasm he’d given me.
I smiled and lifted my hands to his forearms. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my sweet Emmy.”
“Hello,” I said into my phone while curled up in a living room chair.
My father had been calling me repeatedly for the last week and I had yet to take his calls. He had called mostly while I had been teaching and hadn’t been able to talk. And I had ignored one of his calls because Nick and I had been watching another Western.
Presumably, he wanted to scold me about breaking up with Logan, so I hadn’t been in a big hurry to call him back.
But it was now an early Sunday morning and I had no good excuse for dodging another call. Nick was still sleeping in my bed upstairs and it was better to get this call over with sooner rather than later.
“It is extremely rude not to return a phone call, Emmeline,” my father said.
