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I shrug. “A married couple would be comfortable with each other that way, don’t you think?”
“Yes, well, I’m trying.” I can hear the defensiveness in her tone, the twinge of hurt that I’m critiquing her. I want to reassure her that she’s perfect, but then I won’t get what I want. Emma’s mouth.
“And it’s not just me,” she continues. “You’re in this, too. And we haven’t practiced touching or kissing at all this week. We’ve been focused on getting to know each other. Our ‘just friends’ status hasn’t exactly leant itself to experimental make-out sessions.”
I want to take an axe to our ‘just friends’ standing. Send it through the woodchipper. But I can’t. I need to keep some semblance of restraint here.
“You’re right. We’ve been neglecting that part of our relationship. I think we need to practice.”
The lie falls out easily. We don’t need to practice kissing. I memorized her mouth in Vegas, by the time I kissed her at our wedding, I knew the curve of her lips, every inch of her tongue and the throaty moans she makes when I dive deep into her mouth.
“Kissing?” she asks, her nose wrinkling in confusion. Fuck, she’s adorable. “Kandi Kline isn’t going to sit us down and analyze how we kiss, is she?”
“I don’t think we should take the chance.”
Emma ponders that for a moment. She presses her lips together, and the crease that forms between her brows when she’s worried appears. Part of me wants to comfort her, tell her it won’t happen, but my greedy mouth, dying to capture hers, stays shut.
She nods. “Okay. How do you want to do this?”
She doesn’t realize how dangerous of a question that is. How easily I could come unraveled with her permission. That the crotch of my sweatpants is already tightening just thinking about my mouth on hers.
“I’m going to touch you. Kiss you. And you do your best to not react. To pretend like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Then, you do the same to me.”
In one swift motion, I stand and lift her up onto the counter.
Emma yelps, then her eyes widen. “That doesn’t count. The counter is cold.”
She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders, then dips her head side to side like she’s warming up.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
“Think about how natural it should feel when I touch you.” I let my gaze fall to where my knuckles start their slow, agonizing ascent on the inside of Emma’s knee. When I reach her inner thigh, I rotate my hand and let my palm glide over her skin, letting my fingertips explore the hem of her shorts. The skin there is so smooth, I let myself indulge in the feeling of it beneath my hand. “Your husband’s hand stroking your thigh.”
She shivers and a puff of air leaves her lips, bringing my eyes back up to her face.
“You good?”
Her eyes are closed, her lips pressed together. I start to pull my hand back, but Emma’s eyes pop open, a look of determination now filling them.
She nods. “Yeah, keep going.”
I let my hands move to her hips, feeling the soft cotton of her shorts. My fingers splay to grip the flesh of her ass while my lips press a featherlight kiss to the column of her neck. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips. It matches the tempo of my own and urges me to increase my pace. Crush my mouth to hers and put us out of our misery. But I force myself to take it slow.
“A kiss for when I want to whisper something in your ear.” I press my lips against the delicate spot below her ear. “Good girl.”
Emma’s fingers curl around my shoulders, digging into the muscle there, but a moment later, they relax and she leans into me to copy the kiss I gave her.
Her lips find that same sensitive place below my ear.
“I’m wet,” she whispers.
Her words hum against the shell of my ear and when my brain registers them I almost growl. I pull back to meet Emma’s eyes. She must see the surprise in mine, because I can see the satisfaction in hers. She lifts her shoulder as if to say ‘what else do you got?’
I thought I had this under control, but now Emma’s messing with me.
And now I’m trying to not think about how wet she is beneath her sleep shorts. Or was she just teasing? My fingers itch to slide between her legs and find out, but I need to stay focused.
“A kiss to greet you at a dinner party.”
