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His lips tip up at the corners, but he’s fighting it.
I step forward again. “Whether you meant to or not, you’ve shown me how I should be treated.” Another step closer. “As if I’m a prize.” One more step. “You’ve stood by my side, supported me, haven’t pushed me. I never saw you coming, Emmett. You bulldozed into my life at the worst possible time, flipping it on its axis. As scared as I am, I’m going to trust that you’ll catch me if I fall.”
“I will.” His eyes are so earnest as they look into mine.
I approach his chest, rise to my tiptoes, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Kiss me.”
His arm swings around me, pulling me into his hard chest, and he bends his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I giggle, but his lips fall to mine, swallowing my laugh. His lips are firm, and his five-o’clock shadow burns my face in the most delicious way.
The need to explore him with my hands burns in my veins. To feel that hard body I’ve been admiring for weeks. But I’m lost in the needy sounds coming from his throat as his mouth crushes mine.
All that desire that’s pooled over my time here intensifies into a deep ache between my legs. I feel as if I’m lost in another dimension. His kiss is soul-crushing, and in that moment, I know he’s ruining me. If this doesn’t work out with us, I’ll never kiss another man again without thinking of Emmett.
Finally, my hands push into the silkiness of his hair, running up and down the back of his head, not wanting him to wake me from this dream state. He hauls me up, and my legs wrap around his waist so that I feel the hardening of his bulge in his jeans. He’s no longer gentle, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I meet him stroke for stroke, unable to get close enough to him.
He carries me through the doorway into his bedroom but doesn’t lay me down on his bed. And I’m not complaining—I’d glue myself to him if he continues the slow strokes of his tongue, his bulging biceps holding me up. My nipples pebble, my breasts heavy with need.
His lips pull away from mine, leaving them swollen and stinging. “Is this okay? What about the baby?”
His breathing is labored, and the little freshman girl inside me cheers that I did that to him. I’m the one taking my crush to the brink of want.
He lowers me to the mattress, but I don’t release his neck, so his lips fall to my neck.
“It’s fine. The baby will be fine,” I assure him and loosen my hold to allow his exploration of my neck and collarbone. “I thought you were showering?” I’m more than happy to join him.
“Later. Don’t rush this.”
“No rushing,” I practically pant.
His hands slide up the hem of my shirt, pushing it over my head. “That day in the white dress… just so you know, we’re reenacting that without a bra or panties.”
He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. I help him take it off, and his gaze fixes on my nipples.
“I knew you’d have perfect nipples.” He bends, taking one in his mouth.
I suspected Emmett would be a talker, but he’s ratcheting up this orgasm one step higher with every desire he’s confessing. I arch my back, my hands going to my jeans, unbuttoning and lowering the zipper.
He strips his mouth off me and stares at me. “That’s my job.”
“Then get me naked.”
That million-dollar smile hits me full force, and I inch up, capturing his lips in a fevered kiss, never getting enough of him. His fingers hook in my jeans, and I lift my hips to get them off. He takes my jeans and underwear in one go, leaving me completely bare beneath him.
He stands in front of my open legs, and his fingers manipulate the button of his jeans. His muscled chest and the intensity in his eyes staring down at me remind me of a caged animal who can only be patient with its prey for so long. He quickly unzips his jeans, pushing them down with his boxer briefs. His dick springs free, and lord, is it everything I thought it’d be.
“Now I’m a little worried about the baby.”
He laughs, and his head falls back. “I love that fucking mouth of yours.”
“Wait until you see what else it can do.”
His dick twitches at my words, and he slides his hand down his length, pumping it a few times, his gaze soaking up every inch of my body as though he’s committing it to memory. I melt into the softness of his mattress, eager for what’s next.
“I’ve been recently tested. I don’t have any STIs,” he says.
“Same. And clearly, you can’t get me pregnant twice.”
