“Someday,” he said, sucking at the skin by my jaw, “someday we’ll start where we can finish.”
Before I could say something—anything—about his casual mention of the future, Emmett pushed to his feet, left his shirt on the concrete, and whisked mine up over my head before I could form a full, cognizant thought.
His eyes traced hot over the basic black cotton bra underneath, and I set my hands on my hips while he stared. “You could’ve waited to take that off inside.”
He shook his head slowly. “No. I couldn’t.”
I took a step backward toward the house. He followed.
“Why not?”
I felt very much like I was being stalked by a lion. A great, big, hungry lion.
His eyes tracked over my face, my cleavage, my stomach. “Because for four months, I’ve thought about those.”
I tried to hide my smile. “These?” I asked, drawing a finger along the strap going over my shoulder. I tugged it down. Then the other. My hand disappeared behind my back, and he sucked in a breath.
“Yes,” he answered, a sharp growling answer.
There was a playfulness tonight, something we hadn’t had the first time at my parents’。 That felt like stealing borrowed time, something we might never get again—a layer of delayed desire that wasn’t present between us now.
“I’ve thought about getting my hands on them again,” he said. “And my mouth. My tongue.”
I unhooked the bra and kept my slow, steady pace toward the slider. It loosened from my chest, and I took a quick glance out at the sound to make sure no boats were in front of their beach.
It was empty. Just us, and a great, vast expanse of the most beautiful view I’d ever seen.
The lake and mountains and shit were fine too, but Emmett put all that to shame.
He was absolutely breathtaking.
And tonight, he was mine.
I let the bra slide down my arms, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Look at you,” he whispered.
My back hit the slider, the cold glass pulling a shocked gasp from my lips.
He caged me in there, bending at the knee so he could pick me up with his arms underneath my ass. My legs split around his waist, and it reminded me so much of our first time together that I grinned.
“We seem to like this position,” I whispered against his mouth. Then I nipped at his lush bottom lip.
Emmett stole my mouth in a fierce kiss, a groan rumbling out of his chest. With my back braced against the slider and my chest naked, he was able to coast his hand and palm and fingers over my skin.
He made tight circles with his thumb, swallowing the whimpering moans I made into the kiss. My hips churned restlessly, and he broke away to suck at the skin on my shoulder.
“Here?” he asked.
I quirked an eyebrow. “You trust the strength of this slider?”
A slow, devastating smile spread over his face. “No.”
“Inside then, buddy. I’m not getting a splinter in my back from this house if you want to test the wall either. Your ass would be the one plucking them out.”
Emmett laughed, taking another sweet, lush kiss before he tugged the slider open.
We tumbled inside, my feet touching the floor when he set me down. Rotating our positions, I shoved Emmett back onto the couch, where he immediately shucked off his shorts and boxer briefs.
I tugged my underwear off and stood between his legs, stark ass naked. He leaned forward, settling his big hands over my hips, pressing featherlight kisses over my stomach and along my ribs. I wove my fingers into his hair and sighed. When he pulled back and spread his arms wide along the back of the couch, Emmett did nothing for a moment except look.