“Do you want me?” he repeated.
In my mind, I was approaching the edge of a steep cliff. Something that had been slowly off in the distance during all those months we were apart. One more step and I’d tumble into a wild free fall.
I knew he’d catch me. It didn’t lessen the fact that I was scared of what came next. But it did force me to be honest. I’d never get this moment back with Emmett, and I didn’t want to waste it, no matter how scary it was to fall.
I hardly lifted my chin in a nod, and he surged forward, stealing my mouth in a ferocious kiss.
Adaline
How stupid I’d been to resist.
The moment I saw him appear in his parents’ house, I should have dragged his ass into the nearest bedroom because we could have been doing this the entire time. We could have days of this blissed-out existence.
Emmett kissed me deeply, so very, very thoroughly, his body pressing mine back into the soft cushions. He gripped my thigh and wrenched my legs open so he could fit his body between them.
We were so good at this. At stoking this unspoken fire, knowing exactly how to move against the other person.
And he moved. So very well. He rolled his hips until I broke away from the hot swipe of his tongue with a ragged gasp.
Words choked to a stop in my throat because it was all I could do to breathe through the thick beating pulse of desire that drummed between my legs, in my belly, over my chest.
My whole body was thrumming, primed for him to send me over the edge with a single touch of his big hands and long fingers.
That hand tilted my face, a thumb pressed underneath my jaw to direct the kiss.
He tugged on my lower lip with his teeth, sucking at the spot when I whimpered.
“I have never wanted anything like I want you,” he growled into my neck.
I wanted it to be true. I wanted to believe it was true. Maybe, at this precise moment, it was. Emmett lifted, using one hand behind his head to tug his shirt off.
Endless golden skin, rippling lines of muscle banded over his chest and arms and stomach had me sighing happily. Sitting up so I could indulge, I slid my hands over his stomach, licking a line over his collarbone.
His body was so perfect, it was stupid.
When he started laughing, I knew I must have said it out loud while I explored the glorious expanse of skin laid out in front of me. The most dangerous part of indulging in this with Emmett was how easily it fed the addiction.
There was no such thing as just one kiss.
One kiss from him, and I’d want a thousand more. I’d want to know all the ways he could kiss me, all the places on my body I could feel the slide of his tongue and suck of his lips, the sharp edge of his teeth when he used those on me.
There was no such thing as just one touch.
One touch, and I’d always crave more. Always want to see the different ways he could touch me and drive me out of my mind.
And there was no such thing as just one night.
Before, I thought I could do it. But I was already trembling with impatience, ready to shred clothes and pull him on top of my body right there in the backyard, in plain view for anyone who might pass by.
His big hands dug into the back of my shorts, underneath the lace of my underwear, and he curled his fingers into my flesh, groaning into a deep, wet kiss. He tilted his head, devouring my mouth from another angle, sliding and sucking and tasting. My hands pushed up his chest until I could fist my fingers into his hair.
“Inside,” I gasped. “We can’t do this out here.”
Emmett closed his eyes, pushing his hand underneath my shirt until he palmed my breast. I dropped my head back and moaned. His thumb traced the tip, and my body shook.