Fever Dream (Emerald Lake, #1)(63)

Strong fingers go soft on my wrist, and one quick swipe of his thumb over my pulse point sets my heart to racing as quickly as my mind. He grazes the back of his knuckles up my arm before tracing the curve of my neck.

“Fuck,” he mutters with a subtle shake of his head.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, barely hearing myself over the sound of blood rushing in my ears.

He trails both hands up to cup my jaw, then he tips my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. “What I should have done on that dance floor.”

Emmett’s mouth drops, and this time he doesn’t stop. His lips crush mine in a moment of pure desperation.

Right here, outdoors, on set. With birds chirping and crew chatting in the distance, Emmett kisses me, and every other protest in my mind disintegrates on the spot.

A shaky inhale reverberates between us.

We both pause, drawing away just enough to look at each other in shock. I almost wonder if he’s going to pull away.

“Em,” I breathe against his lips, which is all it takes for him to kiss me again.

My hands fist the sides of his shirt without hesitation as I lean into his strong body.

And then, there’s only him.

Firm lips, soft tongue, calloused fingers so damn gentle as he holds me in place. His fingers slip into my hair as he claims my mouth with a level of prowess that rocks me to my core.

Everything around us ceases to exist, every point of contact between us like a hot brand. And I’m frantic for more of him.

I press in, only knowing that I want to be closer. Knowing that every part of me is warm and safe wrapped in his arms.

My tongue meets his in a slow, intentional dance. He kisses me thoroughly. He doesn’t rush, but he’s not casual either. He kisses me with purpose.

My body hums. My hands roam. Chiseled abs, broad chest, muscled shoulders. But Emmett doesn’t take any liberties with me. He controls the pace, kissing me like his life depends on it—like it’s a lost art form.

I haven’t been kissed like this in… ever.

Eventually we slow, the fervor ebbs, and we both surface for air. Our foreheads tip together as we catch our breath. I try to make sense of how I went from dressing him down to this.

Emmett presses a quick kiss to the edge of my mouth and pulls me in, my head resting near his shoulder. He runs a hand over my straightened hair and gives me a quick, disbelieving hug. Seconds pass as my mind struggles to keep up.

How can I go there with anyone else after you?

My chest twinges, the weight of his confession sitting wonderfully heavy.

“I’m glad we cleared that up,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

Then he exhales hard and steps back, looking wide-eyed and startled by what just transpired. “I should get back to set.”

I nod dumbly. “Yeah. You should.”

Because what else is there to say? Thank you? Have fun dating seven other women? Go save your family farm?

Never mind my red minidress.

This is trouble.

No, this is a fucking mess.

And I’d still do it again.





OFFICIAL MEMO




To: Richard Wadsworth From: Teri Baker Subject: Strategic Leak

Hearing reports from some of the crew that they spotted our Emmett dancing at a local bar with our location manager, Julia. Of course, it could be entirely innocent since we know she was scouting the location.



I’d rather not accuse anyone in case it’s nothing. But I noted in my last memo that I’d be keeping an eye on this for you, so I wanted to bring it to your attention.



I don’t think I can address it directly with him and maintain his trust. He already knows he’s not supposed to be dating outside the show.



Wondering if a strategic leak might be beneficial in reminding him that he’s being watched. Especially heading toward the midpoint when he’s set to receive another payment.



Perhaps you should speak with Julia—I bet you can help steer her away from this.



Prepared to follow your lead here.





Sincerely,

Teri Baker

Story Producer





CHAPTER 24


Julia


A RINGTONE BLARES THROUGH my car speakers.

Oh, good. Dick Wad is calling me.

I contemplate not answering. I’m almost at my mom’s house and desperately need some serious distraction from the show and from Emmett.

But I also don’t want to get on my boss’s bad side. And he has a lot of them. So with much self-loathing, I reach forward and tap the green circle to answer.

“Hello?” I singsong.

“Julia, it’s Richard.”

“Hi, Richard. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to have a quick chat with you about something.”

My stomach sinks, and I wonder if he knows about the kiss. Maybe he’s calling to fire me.

“Great. I’m all ears,” I say, trying to sound keen, but not too keen. Just regular levels of professional but eager.

“I can tell that Emmett has formed a certain… attachment to you. Would you agree?”

My heart thuds in my chest. “Like I mentioned already, I don’t know that I would take it that far.”