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“Prince Eric?”What the hell is he talking about?
He rolls his eyes like I’m the biggest idiot on earth. “Ariel’s prince…” Still lost, I just stare at him. “Christ, Nox… Like Ariel fromThe Little Mermaid. Just never fucking mind.”
I laugh, shoulders shaking at the look on his face. “Okay, now I get it… Sorry, I’m not as well versed as you on my Disney princesses.”
“Just get your ass in that ring and focus for the next hour.”
I chance one last glance at Emerson and then do as he says, albeit reluctantly.
* * *
When I walk outof the locker room, Emerson is waiting on the bench in the hallway.
“Did they call you too?” Her eyes are full of emotion, telling me exactly who “they” is.
“I don’t know. I haven’t even looked at my phone.” Stomach tightening with nerves, I dig into the side pocket of my bag to find my cell.
“They called me. The results should be sent to our emails within the hour.” She’s having a hard time keeping eye contact with me as she fumbles with her hands.
“Good to know. You didn’t have to sit out here just to tell me that.” I know I sound like a dick, but she’s confusing as fuck.
She picks her head up, looking me in the eyes again. “I wanted to wait for you. I was hoping to look at the results together.”
That softens me, even calming me just a bit. “Okay…do you want to go to my car, so we have some privacy when it comes through?”
“I was thinking we could just go to your place so I can be closer to Kiran once we are finished. Lottie said he’s napping right now, and I told her not to wake him to come pick me up.”
“Text her and tell her I’ll bring you home,” I say and start walking to my car, assuming she will follow me.
The ten-minute ride to my place is tense. The discomfort she’s feeling from being near me is palpable. And it pisses me the fuck off.
I barely have my car in park before she’s opening the door to jump out like she can’t get away fast enough. But it's the deep breath of air I see her gulp down once she’s out that does me in.
“You’d think I was the one who obliterated you with the way you can barely stand to be in my presence,” I say, grit in my tone as I step toward my place. I swing the door open and leave it that way as I move into my kitchen.
“I’m tired of your fucking pity party, Lennox.” She enunciates my name, clearly trying to get a rise out of me.
Spinning around, I encroach on her space, reaching above her head I slam the door shut. “There she is. I’ve been waiting for the fiery Emerson to come out and play,” I snarl in her ear.
It’s just like we were in that hotel lobby a few days ago—my tattooed hand around her neck, Emerson’s back up against my front door, and enough angry, sexual energy swirling around us to blow up the whole town.
“And what did I tell you about calling me that?” I grunt, sliding one of my knees between her legs.
Emerson licks her lips and slowly purrs my name. “Lennox.” She digs her nails into my t-shirt covered chest, raking them down to the top of my shorts.
Before I can think better of it, I’m biting her bottom lip. And it’s like she never fucking left. Instantly, she melts into me, pressing her lips into mine. “Fuck,” she moans, causing my already hard cock to jolt against her.
Our tongues fight for power, and even with all the anger behind this kiss, there is still so much there between us. So much good. Like, the severed connection we share is fusing back together. There is sorrow and pain in every brush of our lips and sweeps of our tongues, but the chemistry I remember, one unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, is still alive and well. Maybe it’s even stronger. Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her.
Suddenly, she’s pushing me back, staring at me for a few beats before I taunt, “Can’t handle it, baby?”
In true Emerson fashion, she shocks me by dropping to her knees. “Is this what your little friend was doing the other day when I interrupted?” she asks, tugging down my shorts. My dick leaks at the sight of her.
My head is so fucked; I don’t even try to lie. “She was going to, but I couldn’t…”
Emerson pauses with her fingertips inside the waistband of my boxers, staring up at me with what looks like hopefulness in her gaze. “Why?”
And since I’m a desperate fuck as always when it comes to her, I answer honestly. “Because I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head, Sonny.”
