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Chapter Seven: Worth It

Peeling her eyes open, Rose awoke to a heavy am across her stomach. Her fingers lightly ran up and down it as she came to. For a second, the room was unfamiliar until Rose remembered where she was. She smiled and turned to face Emmett.

His eyes were still closed, his hair falling over his eyes as he let out cute little snores. Rose took advantage of his sleeping state, and she drank him in. He looked so vulnerable—like most people did when they were sleeping. His skin was naturally tanned, and Rose couldn't help but reach her finger out and trace the smooth skin of his cheekbone.

Withdrawing her hand, Rose spent the next few minutes just watching him. If someone had told her six months ago that this is where she'd be, she wouldn't have believed them. And now here she was, lying in bed next to one of the most handsome men in the world, debating whether or not she could shift her leg slightly and rub up against him like a cat in heat.

Her dirty inner thoughts were interrupted as hot breath rolled across her face, and Emmett let out a groan.

His eyelids fluttered open, and he looked at her for a few seconds.

"Morning," he breathed, his voice gravelly with sleep.

"Morning," Rose responded, suddenly feeling quite self-conscious. She hadn't taken her hair out of its bun last night, but she could feel some escaped tendrils on her neck. And then there was her breath.

Emmett moved his face across the bed and put his lips on the top of her arm. He kissed the skin there, her mouth curving into a smile.

"You're nice and warm," he mumbled.

"I have my own personal hot water bottle," Rose told him as he stretched next to her, the sheet falling from his chest to reveal those beautiful abs he had. Her eyes followed their lines, going lower and lower until they hit the waistband of his pajama bottoms, the outline of his hard cock visible.

Emmett smiled, shifting his leg against hers. His cock rubbed against her thigh, and Rose moved closer.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

Rose wondered how he could have a conversation when she was struggling to think. His cock was so close, his body emanating heat. It was intoxicating.

"Hm?"

Chuckling, Emmett moved closer. He dropped his hand to the inside of her thigh and hooked his leg over hers.

"I asked," he ran his nose along her cheek, "if you slept well."

Rose found herself placing one of her hands in Emmett's hair.

"Um… yeah." Her mind was foggy with pleasure. She had slept exceptionally well.

"Mmm, good."

Rose turned her head, and Emmett's lips hovered millimetres from hers.

"Me too," he said lowly before his lips touched hers.

Rose dove headfirst into the kiss. She savored the soft feel of lips caressing hers, the feel of his tongue tracing the seam of her lips.

The hand that was in his hair clutched at the locks, and she pulled slightly, making Emmett nip at her lips.

Against her thigh, his erection grew.

Eventually, they were both breathless and lost, Rose desperately trying to ease the scorching heat between her thighs.

"More, I want more," Rose gasped when Emmett pulled his lips away from hers. She opened her eyes and was pleased to see that he looked just as affected as her. His eyes were hooded and glazed, his lips parted and wet from her kisses.

"We're meant to be taking this slowly." Even as he said the words, Emmett's eyes went down to her chest. Her nipples were tight little peaks against the soft cotton of her top.

Rose kissed him. "Please. I want more… Sir."

Emmett's eyes darkened. That seemed to be the magic word.

"Fuck." His lips were on hers in a second, demanding and needy.

One of his hands slipped to the back of her neck, his fingers massaging the skin there as he angled her head to where he wanted to be. His tongue stroked past her lips, and he consumed her. His other hand rested back on her thigh, and he gripped the creamy flesh in his large hand.

"Colour?" he panted.

"Green, so green," Rose sighed back.

She felt his smile against her lips seconds before he thrust his thick thigh against her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

"Oh!" Rose gasped, shocked that such a simple action could cause such an immense reaction from her. "Yes!"

Emmett set a steady rhythm between them, each thrust sending Rose higher and higher.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she chanted as Emmett pulled away from her lips and trailed wet kisses down the side of her jaw and to her neck.

Desperately, she clutched at his head, the fingers on her other hand digging into the mattress, trying to ground herself.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Emmett grunted against her neck. "Fuck yourself on my thigh."

Rose's hips rose off the bed, and she did just as her Dom had told her. Frantically, she ground herself onto him, her clit swelling with pleasure. Again and again, she brought herself down on his large quadricep, fucking herself.

Her breath came out in little pants, and her heart thundered in her chest. Her nipples scraped against her top, and Rose wanted nothing more than for Emmett to pull her top down a little bit more and take a tight peak into his mouth. She wanted him to swirl his tongue around the digit, maybe even bite down.

That did it. The thought of Emmett's hot mouth sending pain and pleasure simultaneously through her caused Rose to fly from the precipice.

"Oh, God!"

"Yessss," Emmett hissed, sucking some more of her skin into his mouth. "Fucking come."

Rose clenched her eyes tight and let the pleasure rush through her. It rolled over her, continuous waves of euphoria making her tingle.

Emmett thrust himself against her leg erratically. Breathing heavily against her neck, she could feel the tension in his body seconds before he cried out, his hips pushing hard against her.

Recovering, their panting was the only sound in the room.

Emmett opened his eyes and tucked some of Rose's hair behind her ear. "Fuck." There was a smile on his face. "If that happens every morning, we should always wake up together."

His words made Rose giggle.

"Do you know, I haven't come in my pants since I was a teenager?" His fingers stroked her thigh again, but it wasn't in a sexual way. It was as if he wanted skin on skin contact. "That's what you do to me."

Rose was quite pleased with that.

Emmett kissed her, his lips soft.

When he pulled back, disappointment ran through Rose. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against hers.

"I need a shower after that." Emmett looked down at his bottoms, where a dark wet spot had formed.

"Me too," Rose said, feeling the stickiness between her thighs.

"We could shower together?" Emmett wiggled his eyebrows, making Rose giggle again. "Conserve water?"

"Well, we do have to think about the environment."

Giving Rose a final kiss, Emmett rose from the bed, grasping Rose's hand and pulling her to her feet.

They walked to the bathroom together. Reaching his large arm into the shower, Emmett turned on the water, testing the temperature for a few seconds before turning back to Rose.

Automatically, she stepped towards him and into his warm embrace.

Emmett's arms encircled her, and he kissed her once again, his large hands going under the back of her top. His fingers drew circles on her bare skin, and she arched into him.

Pulling back, his fingers went to the hem of her top, and he pulled it from her body.

Rose shivered when the cold morning air hit her skin, her nipples tightening for another reason.

Stepping so close that his body brushed up against hers, Emmett let his fingers briefly dip into the top of her sleep shorts before he pushed them down, leaving her completely naked.

Rose bit her lip. "My turn."

Emmett's grin was a thousand watts.

She placed both her hands on his chest and then trailed them down, loving the way his abs contracted slightly when her nails ran over the hard muscles. She toyed with the hem of his bottoms, teasing him.

"Take them off, Rosie." His voice was back to being low and commanding like it was last night.

And there they were, those fucking tingles were back again.

Hooking her fingers into the waistband, Rose pulled his bottoms down. Much to her surprise, he was half-mast.

"Impressive." A smirk pulled at her lips.

"All for you, baby." Emmett kissed her again, and Rose wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. His shoulder and back muscles rippled underneath her touch. His hard body pressed against hers, letting her feel every ridge etched on his body.

He walked them into the shower, and Rose gasped when the water hit her back, sloshing over her head and her face, wetting her lips. She pulled away from Emmett and grinned at him.

Pushing on her shoulder, he turned her around, her face in the warm spray. It ran down her cheeks, shoulders, and stomach, the pressure of the water just right.

Emmett reached up, and she felt him untie her hair from the bun. Running his fingers through her locks, he combed her hair until it was a blonde curtain behind her.

Gently pushing on her shoulders once more, Emmett encouraged her to fully step under the water, her hair going darker as water cascaded through it.

"I only have men's shampoo—cedar and sandalwood."

Rose opened her eyes and saw a beefy arm reach past her to the shower caddy on the wall. Emmett pulled a black bottle out of the rack, popped open the top, and brought it under her nose.

She took a deep breath and smiled. "That's fine." It reminded her of him, and smelling like him felt like a way of claiming Emmett as hers. She stepped out of the direct spray of the shower.

Rose heard the bottle being squeezed, saw Emmett's large hand put it back in the rack, and then felt his fingers gently massage the gooey liquid into her hair.

She couldn't help the moan that escaped her mouth. Expertly, his fingers gently dug into her scalp before running through her hair.

Rose felt his hot breath on the shell of her ear. And then his tongue traced the delicate skin, flicking her lobe twice.

"All done."

Stepping forward, Rose got back under the spray and let the suds wash away.

When her hair was no longer soapy, Rose turned to Emmett, her wet hair clinging to her body.

With want in his eyes, Emmett drank her in. He started at her face, his eyes running over her nose, cheeks and lips. Then he went to her neck and her chest, his pupils dilating at the sight of her perky breasts, water dripping from the erect tips of her nipples. His eyes slid lower, gazing lustfully at her pussy, the light curls dark as water clung to them.

His gaze made her feel bold and sexy. She felt desirable.

Glancing down, she was delighted to see his erection grow. It swelled, the veins bulging.

"Fuck," he groaned. "I want you so much."

"I'm right here," she teased.

Emmett shook his head. "Not yet. You're not ready for that."

Rose knew he was right, and yet she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to touch him, feel his thick cock in one hand and his heavy balls in the other.

His nostrils flared and, momentarily, he closed his eyes. "You're testing my self-control, Rosie."

"Good."

At her answer, his eyes flew open. "Don't be a brat." Emmett's eyes were a mixture of humor and lust. He liked her challenging him.

"Why? Will you punish me?" Rose was aware she was walking on very thin ice the second the words left her mouth. Punishment. That's what he had called it. Her heart began to speed up, and she felt the sliver of anxiety creep up her spine.

Opening his mouth, Emmett went to respond and then stopped. He looked over her face. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. She was back in the dark room, the whip hitting her, laughter in the background. She couldn't see; she couldn't breathe from the ball gag in her mouth. She was terrified.

"Hey, hey—Rosie, come back to me." There was no longer any space between them, and she was crushed against Emmett's chest.

Cedar and sandalwood filled her nose.

"You're safe, you're safe," his gentle voice cooed. It was so different to the harsh words circulating around her mind.

Rose took a few ragged breaths, recalling her therapist's words.

After a few shaky seconds, the panic began to fade.

Emmett's large hands framed her face. The humor and lust were gone, instead replaced with concern. "I'm not going to punish you, Rosie. We were just having a bit of fun."

Nodding shakily, Rose confirmed she knew that. "I know. I just went to—a bad place."

Emmett searched her eyes and then kissed her forehead. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Talking was good. That's what her therapist said. But she really didn't feel like talking about it now and ruining their first weekend together.

"Not really."

"That's fine. Let's finish up here, and then I want to show you something."

Wanting to get them back on track, Rose tried to lighten the situation. "Is it something sexual?"

Emmett smiled at her. "No—but I still think you'll like it." He quirked his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle from Rose.

Gently kissing her, Emmett rubbed his nose against hers. "Move out the way. You're hogging all the hot water."

Grateful for how he was handling this, Rose moved to the side, letting Emmett stand under the spray.

She wished to be normal. She wished that she could be having this shower with Emmett, and they could be doing something other than just showering. Looking at his muscular back and tight ass, Rose felt a wave of desire roll over her, despite the fear that had previously gripped her heart. Her emotions made her feel off-kilter and out of control—something she didn't particularly like.

But looking at Emmett, she couldn't help but feel that he was worth it.

A little bit of an insight into Rose's past.

Shoutout to Jgaff and Pearly Fox. Thank you.