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“I’ll, uh, be right back. I’m going to go secure the moped,” he says hurriedly, and closes the car door.
Suddenly I feel wide awake, and a little nervous about the abrupt change in Emmett’s demeanor. I choose to ignore the sinking feeling when Emmett jumps into the car and flashes me one of his smiles that makes me melt.
Chapter twenty-seven
Emmett
HowcouldIforgetthat Aubrey’s never even kissed anyone before? I’m a wreck the whole drive back to the barn from the water tower. A million thoughts race through my mind while I try to keep a smile on my face and not give my panic away. I have to keep reminding myself to loosen the death grip I have on the steering wheel every time I notice my knuckles changing colors.
Did I make it special enough for her?
She wanted it as much as I did, right? That part wasn’t in my head. She closed the gap. She kissed me. Sweat breaks out across my skin as I replay every moment and question everything about the last few hours.
When we get back to the barn, I help Aubrey out of the car but then let go of her hand, even though my hormones are screaming at me to touch her, kiss her again.
Aubrey looks at me with her eyes squinted.
“Did I do something wrong? Was the kiss—bad?” she asks quietly.
Dammit, that’s the last thing I wanted her to think. I run my hands down my face and let out a sigh.
“God, no, Aubrey. The kiss—the kissing—was beyond perfect. You’re perfect. I just—I momentarily forgot that it was your first kiss and honestly, now I’m freaking out a little. I wanted your first kiss to be more, and I got swept up in everything that’s happened the past few days and—”
Aubrey cuts me off. At some point during my dramatic break down she’d closed the space between us and I’d naturally wrapped my arms around her. That’s how it’s been with Aubrey for a while. My hands find their own way to her. I hold her hand, hug her, touch her, without even realizing it.
Aubrey’s fingers are pressed against my lips now, keeping me from continuing my ramble.
“Emmett, it was perfect. It was the perfect first kiss.”
Her hair is loose the way I like it, wild and curly. I take a strand between my fingers and lightly twist it around in circles.
“I’d like to do it again,” I say, my attention still on the hair I’m fingering.
“Okay,” she squeaks out.
When I look at her eyes, they’re wide open and staring right at me. The obvious look of nervousness on her face makes me chuckle softly. I regain my composure when she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. I drop the strands of hair I was twirling and use my thumb to release the hold her teeth have on her lip. It juts out with a satisfying pop.
I have to think actively about controlling myself, reminding myself to take every step of this with patience. When in reality, inside, I want nothing more than to take her upstairs and rip every piece of clothing from her body and devour her.
I don’t do that though. I can’t do that. That’s what the old Emmett would have done. The Emmett who never got attached, who never cared if anything lasted.
This is different.
Aubrey’s different.
So I take my time. I slide my thumb across her jaw and let my fingers find their way into her messy, beautiful hair and cautiously bring our lips together. I let myself feel every sensation. The warmth of her soft lips first. The light pressure created when our lips meet. After a few seconds, I slowly part mine and delicately suck on her bottom lip, earning a small moan from Aubrey.
The noise she makes lights a fire in me and I grow a bit bolder. I run my tongue along the space between her lips, asking for permission. When she opens her mouth and grants me entrance, I let out my own noise of satisfaction. A low grumble vibrates from my mouth to hers as our tongues meet and intertwine. Aubrey practically melts into me, and I can hardly take it.
I reach down and scoop her up under her ass with both hands. Her legs instinctively wrap around me and when she presses up against my now rock hard dick, I moan and she gasps. Aubrey pulls from our kiss and I miss her lips instantly. Her eyes are wide and she looks from me down to where her most sensitive area meets mine.
“Emmett, is that—is that your penis?” she asks, practically whispering.
I can’t help it. A raucous laugh comes tumbling out of me.
“Yes, gorgeous, yes it is.”
“Is it, is it supposed to be that big?” she says.
