Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“You want to taste me?” he murmured against my lips.
He turned his head just slightly to kiss against my jaw, and I felt like my whole body might melt right into his cloud of a couch.
Holy fuck, that felt good.
“I really do,” I said, straight from my heart. I felt like he’d discovered a throughline straight to my cock, and with every touch, every word, now, he made my cock pulse again.
I rocked upward a little bit, grinding my stiff cock against his thigh, showing him exactly how much I wanted this. He let out a little moan, immediately leaning in again to kiss me, moving one hand down to squeeze my thigh.
He had me in a trance. I was pretty sure I’d never felt this hypnotized—this in the moment—with anyone I’d been with before. I’d only ever felt anything similar while I was hyperfocused in the moment playing football, but this moment was nothing like football, to say the least.
I’d spent entire relationships wishing for moments like this. Never quite being able to climb that mountain. To get to the place I was now, where every little touch sent my body into overdrive, where every little move Emmett made only teased my cock further, making me want so much more.
Like he was in control of me, and I was in control of him, somehow, too.
A disobedient little dance that we were both doing with each other until we couldn’t take another second of it, our bodies begging for a desperate release from the tension.
“Why do you always smell so good?” I murmured against him, leaning over to press my face to the place at the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping at him there.
“Soirée vanille,” he said near my ear.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know what that means, but you speaking French in my ear is really working for me.”
He hummed, sitting up a bit to look down at me. A lock of his hair fell across his forehead, glinting in the low light of the room. “It’s the name of my cologne. Sweet, but warm and spiced, too. I wear it in fall, and always only a little bit. Never overpowering.”
“In fall,” I said, sucking in a breath as I looked up at him. “Because of course you must have a different scent for each season.”
“I do,” he confirmed, unapologetic. “If you have a problem with that, I can’t say I care, Storm.”
I couldn’t keep a smile off my face.
“No problem with it,” I said, reaching up to run my thumb along the side of his face. His skin there was smooth, too, like I was touching silk. “You’re pretty. Do you know how pretty you are? Handsome, too, but kind of pretty.”
“I like the idea of being both,” he said.
And goddamn, he sure was both, right now. The only light in the room was the last smudges of sunset filtering through his tall glass windows and the glow of the fireplace. I swore it made Emmett look like he had a halo behind him.
Suddenly, I wanted to see him naked.
Very much.
Adrenaline surged through me all at once, and I decided to go with it.
“Take your clothes off,” I told him.
11
EMMETT
How dare you.
Get the fuck out of my house.
Why do you have to be in my space, my work, my life?
All of those were things I should have said to Storm. Should have shouted at him, in between throwing him out onto the front doorstep and slamming the door in his perfect face.
Instead my cock throbbed, and I felt the familiar molten pull deep down in my chest. Desire. Stupid, foolhardy desire, leading me down the only path I knew damn well I shouldn’t go down.
I tried to hide my surprise when he told me to strip naked. Even now, I couldn’t quite believe those words coming out of Storm’s mouth.
I didn’t really believe anything tonight was real, but if Storm really was just having some sort of crazed, one-time craving for another man, I wasn’t going to say no when his touch was the best thing I’d felt in years.
Could that really be true? That it had been years since anyone had made me feel this good, and it had to be Storm Rosling making me feel it now?
“Is that your thing?” I asked. “Make fun of people’s cologne choices, then tell them to strip naked for you?”
He looked at me like he knew he had me in his trance right now. I hated that look, and I hated how accurate it was.
He had me right where he wanted me, and I wanted it so badly right now, too.
“I wasn’t making fun of your delicious… vanille… whatever you called it,” he said. “I love the way you smell. And I also want to see you naked.”