The Affair: Week 6 by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online

and screamed. It was a good thing she was so wet, because he clearly wasn’t in the mood to wait. His growl was rough and feral as he immediately began to fuck her. The evidence of his rabid need only fueled her arousal. She hugged the bench, keeping herself steady for his onslaught, pushing back even, wanting more of him . . . craving all of him. His pounding cock was merciless. She felt herself cresting.
    “Scream for me,” he rasped behind her. “Scream again for me, Emma.”
    She wasn’t sure if she screamed or not. All thought left her as she finally succumbed to the burn, igniting gloriously. She came back to herself at the sensation of an almost uncomfortable pressure. She glanced around and whimpered. He’d come up on to his feet and had lifted her hips, serving her pussy to his cock in a relentless frenzy of need. He was so beautiful, it felt like something was going to burst inside her. She put her cheek back on the bench, helpless in the clutches of the storm. Her fingers brushed across the paddle he’d leaned there and she gripped it tight, the smooth wood grounding her for some reason. He cursed. She grimaced at the sensation of him swelling huge inside her. His low growl amplified to a roar.
    He began to pour himself into her. She stared blindly, her mouth hanging open at the amazing sensation . . . the sacred one. He kept coming for what felt like an unprecedented period of time, sinking his cock again and again into her depths while he gasped and grunted.
    His fucking motions eventually slowed, until he just held her fast against him, and the only sounds in the room were their erratic panting and in the distance, the sound of the sea breaking against the shore far below.
    * * *
    He lifted her and carried her over to the mussed bed. While she snuggled into the softness, he stripped off the rest of his clothes. When he lay on his back a moment later with Emma’s head on his chest and the cool breeze drifting across his heated skin, he experienced a rare, profound sense of peace. He trailed his hand up Emma’s supple back and along her arm, relishing in her shape and the silkiness of her skin.
    Her presence.
    “Thank you for coming,” he said.
    She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him. Her hair was a mess of gilded waves. Her cheeks and lips were still stained pink. She was adorable. Sexy as hell. He didn’t used to think those two things could go hand in hand so perfectly until he’d met Emma.
    “You’re welcome,” she said, her soft brown eyes moving over his face.
    His gaze narrowed. “There’s nine of them,” he said distractedly.
    She raised her eyebrows in a query.
    “Nine freckles on your nose,” he clarified.
    “I hate every one of them,” she said, rolling her eyes and covering her nose with her hand.
    He sat up partially, turning her in his arms so that she lay pinned beneath him. Her hand fell away in her surprise at his abrupt action. “I love every one,” he growled ominously. He kissed her nose repeatedly, stilling her wriggling, the sound of her laughter making him smile. “One kiss for each adorable freckle,” he said before he leaned down and tasted her lips. She was so sweet. Everywhere, he thought as his tongue dipped into her mouth. He’d like to kiss her like that in the soft bed forever, with the refreshing breeze cooling him, desire banked but glowing inside him like a warm ember that would leap back into a flame at any moment. When he lifted his head a moment later, her liquid brown eyes had gone sober as she looked up at him.
    “I know what you meant now,” she whispered breathlessly. “When you said once that you could do exactly what you did to Astrid to me, and it would be completely different.”
    A pain went through him at the idea of her still thinking about what she’d seen in that armoire. He meant what he’d said earlier. If only he
could
erase that night from her memory. If only he could eradicate it from his. He realized he was