Cozy • An Embry Story

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PSA: The more mature content will begin in this chapter!
If anyone is uncomfortable with graphic content I advise to skip.

Embry's POV

"Control, control, control," I mutter to myself like a prayer on the walk to Winnie's cottage. Less walk, more like charge.

Paul's words are still in my head, doing laps from the back of my mind to the forefront.

I can do this. I can keep control while progressing things with Winnie. I just can't go all the way yet...

"Hey Em—" Winnie starts when she opens the door but I swoop down to press what I mean to be peck on her, hard. The peck lingers over into a quick kiss since I want to make it last, but I remember what Paul said about control and reel it back.

"Those are the best hellos." I smirk over her lips, loving the feel of Winnie grinning into my mouth that just makes me want to kiss her all the more. "Sorry, I'm late. Paul and I hung back a bit on the patrol" Another peck at her forehead is just enough for me to separate us to head inside.

"How was patrol?" Winnie questions, not noticing the deep breathes I'm forcing myself to take.

"It went good. Quiet on all fronts. Paul really surprised me tonight." I admit. Control, control, I remind myself.

"Paul?" Winnie asks with an impressed beam. She likes hearing good news about Paul. It's the same expression on Billy Black's face when he hears the Seattle seahawks win a game or when someone tells Old Quil how polite his grandson is.

"Yeah," I nod deciding to take my chance before Paul's presence fills the conversation and there's no room left. "Hey Winnie,"

"Yes?" She answers to the shelf, putting away clean dishes from the drying rack.

"Can I stay over tonight?" I shouldn't feel stupid for asking but I can't help it. I've already stayed over a handful of times. Though those times I have were more of it had gotten so late that I ended up staying over. This feels... different.

"Yeah of course." Winnie smiles over her shoulder at me. Taking my chance, I close the space between us till she's flushed against me, every curve of her body meeting mine. Faltering, she forgets about the dish in her hand only inches away from the shelf. Taking it from her grip, I place it out of the way before pressing a long kiss behind her ear, my hand running down the length of her arm to turn her chin upwards for a kiss.

The touch of our lips sends her melting against me, a little happy noise coming from her so lowly I would have missed it if it wasn't for my advance hearing.

"You like staying over that much?" She manages out, looking like she wants another kiss, then another and another.

"Yes," My answer comes out low, my mind trying to remember to keep control. The idea of Winnie and I ending the day together in that tight bed of hers takes my good mood into better.

"But I don't want to sleep tonight." I go in for another kiss. I kiss her the way I should have when I first came in through the door earlier. The little gasp she makes is pleasant and surprised before it turns into a happier noise—an airy moan that makes it hard for me to remember to keep control.

Control...control... I have to keep control.

Turning her around in my hands, the counter hits Winnie's back. There's a groan of inconvenience between us that melts into a longing moan. Then my hands are taking hold of Winnie's thighs to lift her up on to the counter. There's a brief moment her lips are away from mine, a pause long enough for a surprised sound to slip through, only to be swallowed up by my mouth then tongue. Balancing on the edge of the counter, Winnie moves as close to me as she can without falling over the edge. I have one hand flush against her lower back, pressing her into me as much as she can fit against me. With my free hand braced up against the wall above her head because I need something—anything to support me.