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All of my nerve endings concentrated themselves on my mouth, or at least it felt that way. Every single slide of her lips against mine set me on fire and then she got her tongue involved again and I was completely and utterly lost.
After only a few moments (or it could have been a few hours, I had no fucking idea), I realized that my legs were trembling so bad that I could barely stand. I needed to at least sit down. After only a second of thought, I broke the kiss again and said, “Come with me.”
To her credit, Emma followed me into my bedroom. I shut the door, even though that would leave a whining Vegas on the other side. He would survive a little time on his own. I pressed my back to the door and watched Emma. Her chest was heaving as if she’d run up the stairs and her pupils were larger than normal. She looked a little wild and I wondered if her heart was beating as fast as mine.
I crossed the room and sat on my bed which, of course, wasn’t made, but why did that matter right now?
“Come here,” I said again. I almost patted the bed next to me but stopped myself at the last minute.
She was hesitating again.
“We can stop this right now if you want. We can go back out there and watch a movie and sit next to each other on the couch. Or you can come here and we can see where this is going to go.” Inside I was screaming at her to pick the second option, but I would never try and talk her into something she didn’t want. Never ever.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, closing her eyes. I could feel her making a decision in her mind, weighing the options. Emma might take longer than me to make a decision, but once she made it, she was all in.
Her eyes snapped open and I waited for the verdict.
“I’m not going to stop,” she said, and I nearly slid off the bed. “Not until you tell me to. Or I come to my senses. Whichever comes first.”
I couldn’t even comprehend what those words meant other than that she was going to keep kissing me. That was the most important.
Emma walked over to the bed and lay down. Her eyes were sparks of blue and green fire.
“Come here,” she said. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.
We were doing this. I didn’t know how far it would go, but I was ready to find out.
I took one deep breath before stretching out next to Emma on the bed.
I turned on my side, unsure of what to do. She scooted closer and tucked some of my hair out of my face.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” she said. Emma had told me I was gorgeous before. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of times. This was different. The words were the same, but they had a completely different meaning.
“So are you,” I said.
Her mouth met mine and the kiss was different as well. Moving to the bed seemed to have escalated everything. This time her tongue wasn’t gently caressing the inside of my mouth. No, her tongue was on a mission to decimate me.
It was working.
I reached for her and she rolled until she was on top of me, and I moaned from her weight. It took a few tries to get our mouths aligned the right way, but we got there and then she was on the attack again. As if they had minds of their own, my hands slid down her body to cup her ass and I nearly stopped the kiss to ask her why I hadn’t been touching her ass before this moment. It was the most perfect ass. Not that I’d had a lot of ass-grabbing experience, but HOLY SHIT. I squeezed and she made a little yelping noise.
“Sorry,” I said, removing my hands.
“No, I was just surprised. Don’t stop.” Those last two words were the only words I ever wanted to hear Emma say again.
So I grabbed her ass again and squeezed and I was rewarded with her slowly pressing her hips into mine and I definitely blacked out for a second. So much was happening and my body was overloading. Emma’s lips, Emma’s tongue, Emma’s teeth, Emma’s hips, Emma’s hands. She was everywhere at once and my body didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore. I belonged toher.
I stopped thinking and let myself completely feel everything and anything, including Emma’s hand that was making its way under my shirt.
Kissing was one thing, but this kind of touch led to . . . a whole lot more. All the possibilities exploded in my brain like bright fireworks. Emma’s touch was electric and I wouldn’t have been surprised if I was actually glowing. My shirt rode up and my bare skin touched hers and I knew that I wanted more. More contact. More skin. I wrenched my mouth away from hers.
“Take your shirt off. Please.” I added the last word because it sounded like a command and I wanted to be nice.
Emma didn’t second-guess me. Nope. She yanked her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. I’d never seen Emma throw a shirt on the floor. Her clothes always went right into the hamper. Who was she right now?
Her bra was black and simple, but holy shit, she looked incredible. I’d seen her in a bra before, but it was hitting me that Emma had taken off her shirt because I’d asked her to, and as pretty as the bra was, I was more interested in what was under it.
I pulled at the front of her bra, right where the cups met, as if I could pull it off that way. Emma looked down at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes feverish.
