Page 54 of A Little Bit Extra

He reaches between us, grabs my script, and tosses it to the side. His hand reaches my jaw moments after, cupping my face and encouraging me to turn my head to open more for him.

Our pace slows, each movement becoming more deliberate and filled with passion. It's as though our mouths are exchanging secrets, savoring what we're not allowed to taste. We shouldn’t be doing this. We're not allowed to be together. Except we don’t care. We’re acting on weeks of built up tension, colliding and exploding.

His hands trail down my back, pulling me closer until our chests touch. I move my right hand to his hair, grabbing and lightly tugging as our tongues dance around one another.

A low groan slips from his mouth, begging me to keep going.

He applies light pressure as his hands grab my hips, encouraging me to move. I move rhythmically, rocking back and forth. When our lips break apart, Emmett brings his to my neck. A breathy moan escapes my lips, which only causes him to grip me harder. I spread my legs wider, trying to close the small gap that remains between us. His dick strains in his pants, pleading to be let out.

I grab his face and bring it back to mine, kissing him with intention. The movement of my hips gets faster as his length hardens more beneath me. It only encourages me to kiss him deeper.

“Cassie,” Emmett says between kisses, but I keep going. He growls, grabs my jaw, and pushes me away, separating our lips. “If you don’t quit grinding on my cock, I won’t be able to stop. So either we stop now while we’re ahead, or I take you to my room and fuck you until my name leaves those beautiful lips.” His hands drop back to my waist, tracing small circles with each thumb.

My cheeks darken, flooding with warmth. I bite my bottom lip and avert my gaze. What’s happening between us is feeling real, very fast. I thought I was ready to progress things between us, but I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect to feel the need for him like I do now.

I also didn’t expect him to want me as much as he’s showing me right now. I was dumb to think that this was merely a small crush, something that I could easily shake off and forget about.

Emmett’s right hand cups my face, turning it to face him, forcing our gaze to meet.

“Where’s your room?” My voice is barely a whisper.

The hand that was cupping my face moves to be behind my neck as Emmett pulls my face to meet his. Our lips touch, as we savor the decision to continue exploring this side of our relationship.

Emmett takes his hands and hooks them under my butt, lifting me off of the couch as he stands up.

As he walks toward his room, I break apart our kiss, giggling and resting my head in the nook of his shoulder. What should be a romantic moment is interrupted by my laughter, and Emmett holds me tighter, squeezing a little harder.

When we reach his bedroom, he walks to the side of his bed and lets go. I land on the mattress. Emmett holds himself above me, one hand on either side of my head.

“Is there something funny you want to share with me, Sass?” Emmett asks.

I shake my head, unable to form sentences at the moment. I place both of my hands on his chest and push, signaling him to let me up for a second. He obliges, leaning back and stepping to the side.

I hop off of the bed and turn toward him. He’s not saying anything, but he’s watching me. His gaze remains fixed on me, never missing a single movement. I grab the bottom hem of my shirt and lift it above my head. By the time I have my shirt off, Emmett has moved closer to me. He beats me to the clasp of my bra.

“Let me.” Emmett takes a step forward and whispers into my ear. He dips his head and kisses my neck while his hands reach behind my back. I tilt my head to the right to give him more room. When he successfully unclasps my bra, he takes a strap in each hand and slides them down my arms, exposing my breasts. His gaze follows, along with a sharp intake, as my nipples graze his shirt.

After my bra slips from his grasp, he mirrors my action by shedding his shirt. His mouth moves to mine as his hands grasp the back of my shoulders, bringing us closer, as if it’s possible to get even closer than we are now.

“Take off those little shorts and get on the bed,” Emmett commands between kisses.

I loop my thumbs into my shorts, pulling them down along with my underwear, leaving myself bare.

I sit on the edge of the bed, leaving my legs spread for him. Like clockwork, his gaze travels from my eyes, to my breasts, to between my thighs.

I close my legs, causing his eyes to snap back to mine. Emmett’s cheeks are flushed after being caught staring.

“What now, Hotshot?” I tease, knowing full well what he wants from me. I like to hear him say it.

“In the middle of the bed. Now.”

I scoot toward the head of the bed until my back touches the pillows. Emmett follows me, crawling toward me. Gravity causes my legs to naturally open, giving Emmett the opportunity to move closer.

He moves to be in the middle of them, resting his still-strained cock between my legs. He leans to capture my mouth with his. Our kisses are now hungry, passionate.

Using his left arm to hold himself up, he takes his right hand and slides it down my body. He finds his way to the space between my legs and starts gently caressing my clit with his thumb, tracing small circles where I ache for it the most.

“More,” I say with a breathy sigh.

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