Just This Once (The Kings)

My knuckles were white from my grip on the steering wheel. My eyes flashed to the rearview to make sure Emily was safely following me on the short drive away from downtown toward my house.

This woman is altogether surprising.

The last thing I expected was the shy, unassuming woman asking to take things back to my place.

I had struggled to keep my dick in check ever since feeling her soft curves as I swayed with her to the music. There was no way she didn’t feel how hard her closeness had made me.

Just out of town, I pulled down the unmarked country road, watching in the rearview to make sure she made the turn. Dirt and gravel flew beneath my truck’s tires. It had been a minute since I had been with a woman, and I willed my nerves to settle, but god how I wanted her.

Her car pulled next to mine, and I rushed to hold her door open for her.

Emily stood by her car, glancing up at my house. It had been built on the outskirts of my small town, and I prided myself on its function and design. It may be a bachelor pad, but it was classy, damn it. The Craftsman-style ranch home sprawled across three acres and was surrounded by woods and blueberry fields.

Away from the curious eyes of my neighbors, it was the only place where I could escape.

“I don’t know, pal . . . the minute we pulled down that dark road, I thought maybe you were trying to murder me.” A nervous giggle tumbled out of her. “I want you to know I don’t usually do⁠—”

In two long strides, I cut off her laugh as my mouth crashed to hers, swallowing up the rest of her sentence.

She moaned into me, her tits pressing into my chest as I pulled her closer. I bent at the knees and gripped the backs of her thighs, hauling her up against me. My cock ached and pressed against the fly of my jeans.

She moaned and moved higher, climbing me like a fucking tree as my hands roamed over her ass.

The harsh February wind didn’t register as fire burned through my veins. I stomped up the porch steps and held her weight with one arm, digging my keys from my pocket.

“I never do this,” she panted.

“I don’t give a fuck.” My tongue burned a path up her neck. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t stop this.”noveldrama

Her gentle hums and moans as we kissed ratcheted the tension higher. Emily was soft and sweet. She seemed like the kind of woman who deserved a man who took his time and paid attention to every slope and dip of the curves beneath my fingertips.

“I told you I have a thing for librarians,” I teased.

Her throaty hum was nearly my undoing. My blood buzzed in a frenzy. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to be over her, under her, around her, in her. A woman I had met only hours before was completely and overwhelmingly consuming.

Once inside I pressed her back into the wall, pinning her in place with my body as my hands explored.

“And I told you, not a librarian.” She arched against me. “You sure talk a big game for someone named Whip. Is that a name or a promise?”

I chuckled. This quiet, unassuming woman had a hidden fire that I inexplicably found myself craving. I dragged my teeth along the thin skin of her collarbone. “It can be whatever you want it to.”

Emily’s desperate breaths brushed across my ear. “God, you smell so good. Why do you smell so good?”

My nails dragged down the back of her thighs, hating the tights that covered her legs. I lowered her to her feet, bracing myself on the wall behind her. “Take your shoes off.”

Emily looked up at me, suddenly shy. Her teeth sank into her plump bottom lip. “You should know that I’m not very good at this.”

I studied her face. “This . . . ?”

“Sex.” Her blush deepened before she looked away. “It’s just something an old boyfriend told me once or twice, and it kind of stuck with me. I don’t normally do this with someone I don’t know, and I just thought maybe I should tell you ahead of time.” She rubbed her palms together, nerves rolling off her. “Shit. I’m sorry if I ruined the mood or whatever.”

My fingertips toyed with the hem of her skirt, teasing her inner thigh. “You didn’t ruin anything. Based on what I already know, that idiot didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.” My hands inched higher. “Is this okay?”

Emily’s trusting eyes met mine, and she nodded.

A sly smile twitched at the corner of my mouth. “Good. Now take your shoes off.”

Her tongue swept across her lips as she looked up at me with wide eyes and complied. She kicked off her shoes, and I sank to my knees. My hands roamed up her legs, slipping beneath her skirt and finding the top band to her tights. With each breathy pant, I slowed my pace to a torturous descent down each leg, letting my fingertips rake down her thighs as I removed her tights.

Once her legs were free, my hands shoved the skirt of her floral dress upward. Only a thin swatch of silky black fabric covered her. I pressed my face over the fabric as she hitched a leg higher with a sharp inhale. From that angle, I could see the spot of wetness that had seeped out of her.

I pressed my thumb to the wet spot. “Already wet for me, Emily?”

Her knee came down as a shy blush pinked her cheeks. My cock throbbed beneath my jeans, hating every moment I wasn’t buried to the hilt inside this gorgeous, intoxicating woman.

I looked up from my knees at her. “Don’t be embarrassed. Not with me.”

Her arms draped over my shoulders as her blue-green doe eyes gazed down at me. “If you want to know how wet I am . . .” Watching her confidence build was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I ached when her right eyebrow pitched higher. “You could feel for yourself.”

My jaw flexed as I dragged the blade of my hand through her covered pussy. She was soaked.

I groaned a rough exhale. “Fuck, Em.”