In the Night

13 • Primal Instinct

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I didn't know what I was doing. The only thing in my mind was how good it felt to be held by someone without malicious hands. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I'd never felt this safe and secure in anyone else's arms as I had in Emerson's. He felt warm and good and sent a flurry of bees in my stomach every time he spoke, his deep voice making me feel things.

I never cheated on Simon, not once. Not even after I caught him multiple times with other women. I was a loyal wife, and a loyal punching bag. He had me wrapped so tightly around his finger that no matter what I did or where I went, he would alway have a hold on me. I knew what I was doing with Emerson was wrong, but it just felt so right sitting next to him, his hand creeping up my thigh and his boyish laugh echoing around the enclosed area of the tropical pool. His dimples, his eyes, everything about him made my heart leap and I found that whenever I would look at him all thoughts of Simon flew out of my head.

His hands were placed high up on my thighs, and drunk me didn't seem to mind. He was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes every time he looked at me. It was different, feeling this way about someone I had just met. For the first time in years I wasn't scared to be this close to a man, his fingers on my legs weren't sending me into panic mode. I didn't know what it was, but I felt so safe with Emerson. I wasn't worried about getting caught by Simon, or him punishing me for abandoning him. The only thing I could think of at that moment was how his eyes twinkled against the reflection of the light bouncing against the pool water and how every time he smiled, I did.

I didn't know what happened, but something between us shifted. One minute we were laughing about stupid things and whatnot and the next I was looking so deeply into his soul that it was a struggle to try to pull myself out. It seemed he had that same issue. I gulped as Emerson subconsciously licked his lips, a fire alighting itself within me. After years of dealing with Simon's abuse, this feeling of pure desire felt so foreign and new to me. But it was exciting.

Emerson's eyes flickered between my lips and my eyes, and with every passing millisecond I could feel him aching closer and closer to me. His breath smelled of tropical fruit, and I assumed mine did, too. It took all of my strength not to slam my lips against his, but that didn't stop him. So when his pillow-like lips crushed against mine so quickly that I didn't know what to do for a few seconds, I hadn't been expecting it. But I was aching for it. It was so foreign, for someone to be kissing me with such passion and me responding to that when all I'd been used to was faking it and pretending. As soon as Emerson's lips touched mine he lit a spark within me.

Once I adjusted to the sudden burst inside I closed my eyes and allowed my primal instinct to take over my actions. I wound my hands around his neck and into his wild hair, inching my body closer and closer to his. Emerson's hands were gripping my hips tightly, his fingers kneading into my skin. Hard enough to be pleasurable, not painful.

This was so different to what I was used to. With Simon, it was all about him getting off. I hadn't been touched like this since the first night I met Simon. When I was still foolish enough to believe that a guy like that would treat me right. When I believed that he would love me forever, and cherish the ground I walked on, just like he did that first night we met.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Emerson pushing me to lay down on the pool chair, our lips still attached roughly. He climbed on top of me, placing his body between my bent legs. He detached his lips from mine, but before I could protest he began placing kisses along my jaw and on my neck instead, causing me to release a tiny groan. As a reply to the sudden noise, Emerson nibbled on a bit of the skin under my ear, causing me to groan again.