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Emilia shrugs. She’s definitely tipsy, but she seems fine otherwise.
“I thought maybe we could let the girls crash here?” Asher says.
I nod. “They can have my room. I’ll take the sofa.”
Asher nods and walks back into the living room. “You’re fine staying, right? I can take you home if you want to. I can’t drive right now, but we can take a cab if you want.”
Emilia shakes her head, a sweet smile on her lips. “No, that’s okay. We can stay over. It’s getting late anyway, and I do feel a little tipsy.”
I nod and escort her to my bedroom, wishing it could be me sharing that bed with her tonight, and not my sister.
Chapter 12
Carter
I struggle to sleep on the sofa and keep twisting and turning. Our sofa is huge, but so am I. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling, willing myself to go to sleep already.
I tense when my bedroom door opens and strain my ears. I can hear soft footsteps followed by the sound of Asher’s bedroom door opening. Kate? She sure has some guts going into Asher’s room knowing I’m right here. I can barely stomach the mental image, let alone the real thing, or I’d have just walked in on them like I know Mom would’ve done.
I close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep, but all I can think about is how Emilia is in my bed right now, all by herself. Kate won’t return to until early in the morning. I toss and turn for the next thirty minutes and just give up.
I purse my lips and grin. This is the perfect chance for me to play a trick on Emilia — I can’t sleep, anyway. I get up and rummage through my bag until I find one of my markers, and then I walk up to my bedroom as quietly as I can.
I pause in front of the door and twist the door handle as silently as I can. If there’s anything I’ve honed during my seasoned prank career, it’s stealth. I sneak into the room in dead silence and leave the door ajar, so Emilia won’t hear it click.
I tense when I hear soft sounds coming from my bed. It’s barely above a whisper, but in the silence of my room I can hear it clearly. My heart starts to race and I quietly make my way toward my bed.
Another soft moan escapes Emilia’s lips and the sound of it goes straight to my dick. I’m instantly so fucking hard. I stand a few steps away and look at her. Her eyes are closed and her hands are hidden underneath my sheets, but the way she’s moving her body tells me she’s riding her hand hard. She moans louder and it sounds like she’s close.
“Carter,” she whispers, and I bite down on my lip to keep my own groans in. She’s fucking thinking about me while touching herself like that?
I inhale a shaky breath and make up my mind. I walk to my bed and lean on it with one knee; the bed dipping under my weight. Emilia’s eyes open wide and she looks at me in shock.
I pull the sheets away from her, my eyes running over her body. She’s wearing one of my favorite t-shirts and her hand is buried in her black underwear. She lies there, frozen and embarrassed as hell, and I chuckle.
It’s like the sound of my laughter snaps her out of it, because she pulls her hand back and hides it underneath her t-shirt.
“Did I interrupt something?”
Emilia gulps and looks up at me, her cheeks bright crimson. I get into bed next to her and cover us both up.
“You… w-what are you doing here?”
I hold the marker I have in my hand up for her. “Was planning on drawing some cat ears on your face or something. Maybe some dicks. Seems like you might prefer the dicks, Minx…”
Emilia looks up at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes roam over my face and down to my chest. The way she’s staring takes me back to how she used to look at me, so many years ago. The way she moaned my name and the way she messed with me… Emilia’s eyes fall to my lips and she inches closer.
I trace my hand over the side of her face, brushing her hair out of the way. Her eyes flutter closed and she sighs happily before looking into my eyes. I lean in just slightly. She’s so close. Closer than she’s been in years. How many times have I dreamt of having her this close to me? Of having her lips on mine again.
Emilia raises her hand and brushes her fingers over my neck before cupping the side. Her thumb grazes my throat, back and forth. My heart is racing and I’m breathing as hard as she is.
It’s been so fucking long. I’ve done so well resisting her since she walked back in my life. I keep trying to convince myself that I don’t want her, but I do. I fucking do.
I tilt my head toward her and let my eyes fall closed. Just one kiss. Just one taste of her.
My lips brush over hers, and a soft sigh escapes her lips. Emilia’s hand moves to my hair and she pulls me closer, her tongue brushing over mine. I moan and roll on top of her, our lips colliding hungrily. I push her legs apart and settle between them, my dick pressing up against her. Emilia’s hands roam over my back and she tugs on my t-shirt.
“Emilia,” I whisper. I can taste the tequila on her tongue. I can’t help but wonder if it’s liquid courage that’s fueling her bravado. “Baby, how much did you drink?” I’m worried she isn’t thinking clearly. I want her, but I never want to take advantage of her.
