Girl In New York

Prologue

"Shut up and kiss me." She murmured. Her dilated pupils begging him to put out the fire growing inside of her. 

"I made a promise." He said.

"Yeah? Well now I'm telling you to break it." She said. 

"You're going to hate me in the morning." He said. Tucker gulped as he felt her move his hand underneath her shirt to cup her bare breast. 

"We'll deal with consequences in the morning. Right now I want you to taste me." Emma cheekily whispered in his ear. Her teeth gently nibbling his sensitive earlobe. 

"Emma-" He groaned, his words getting cut off when he felt her slender fingers slip underneath his jeans. 

"I need you." She whimpered, breaking the little self-control he had left. 

She found herself against the wall. A picture frame digging into her back as he thrust her thighs apart with his hips. He caught her moan, muffling it with his lips. She exhaled through her nose as he went in for more. His tongue seducing hers in a passionate dance. 

She wrapped her arms around his back, her hands resting on his shoulders grabbing on for her dear life as he lowered his jeans and hitched up her skirt. He teased her entrance, stroking his shaft up and down her wetness. 

"Please." She whined. 

"Please what? I can't read minds Em." He chuckled. 

"Please." She repeated, unable to say anything else. Her knees buckled in anticipation. 

"Is this what you want?" His husky voice teased. He lightly pressed the tip at her entrance. Her hips thrust forward, wet, walls pulsating to get him inside of her. 

She nearly cried when he took a step back. "Tucker." 

"Don't worry baby, I got you. I just remembered what you really wanted me to do."He said.

Emma looked up at him in confusion. The gears in her brain slowly turning as he lowered himself onto his knees. 

That night she swore she saw stars painted on her ceiling.