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“Fuck,” he groaned as her pressure increased on her clit, causing her back to arch off the wall of the hot tub. “You look so beautiful like that, right on the edge of ecstasy.”

“Seb,” she whispered. “Tell me how you would touch me…”

He licked his lips. “I’d lay you down on my bed and strip you out of that wet shirt. My hands would be tied up touching those perfect breasts, my fingers swirling and pinching your rose-colored nipples. And my mouth would ache for a taste too, so I’d sink my teeth into them and take a bite for myself.”

“Oh god,” she moaned as her own pace picked up. Emma lifted a hand to her breast and played with her peaked nipple, imagining every sensation wasn’t due to her own touch.

“That’s right, beautiful. I’d touch them just like that. Then, I’d slide down your perfect body, licking every inch of your skin until I landed right between your thighs. I’d lick you until you screamed out my name Emma…”

Oh fuck, she was so close. Her hand was now moving frantically, chasing the heat that was growing in her belly so fast she thought she might burst into flames.

“I bet you taste like the most delicious vanilla cupcakes, Em, and I’d feast like I’d never had a bite to eat in my entire life. And when I felt your legs shaking around my head, I’d sink my teeth into your delicious clit and moan as you fell apart around me.”

That did it. Emma felt the lava in the depths of her belly spill over, her eyes clamping shut as the most amazing burst of fireworks exploded in her vision. It took her several deep breaths to float back down to earth, and when she finally opened her eyes, she almost melted into the water.

Sebastian’s eyes were the darkest she’d ever seen them, filled with lust. He licked his lips and the most insanely tempting smile spread across his face. She moved towards him, allowing nothing between them to touch as she pressed her lips to his.

Even though her body was still buzzing from her orgasm, Emma forced herself to step out of the hot tub, wrapping a towel around her body before she looked back at Sebastian. “Enjoy your shower tonight, Suits,” she teased as she turned away from him.

The groan that followed her back into the house had her laughing all the way back to her room.

Sixteen

Was Emma avoiding Sebastian after their night in the hot tub? Yes. One thousand percent yes. She’d stayed in her room for four days, avoiding all the guys, unless she was on a video chat with Hawk’s sister, Mae, about the bakery. Gage had set up the video calls in the main living room, probably as a way to force her from her bed each day.

Mae had flown in the day after Emma left Bell Ridge, and had jumped at the opportunity to re-open the bakery for her. Honestly, the woman was a spitfire, and she could already tell they were becoming fast friends. Mae had the same southern drawl as her older brother, and it was so funny to hear the two of them bicker over practically everything.

She didn’t honestly even know why she was avoiding the guys. What had happened with Seb was hot. So freaking hot she kept dreaming about it every night since it’d happened. But there was some part of her that knew she was getting in too deep. He deserved a whole woman, someone beautiful on the inside and out. Not someone with scars. Not someone who could never give him a family. Maybe the distance was the only way of saving him from her damaged body.

A knock came from her door and she groaned, pulling the blankets up over her head. It wasn’t time for a check-in with the bakery, so why was someone bothering her now?

“Emma? Are you awake?” Gage’s voice rolled into the room as he opened the door.

“What the hell, Gage?” She threw the covers off and sat up. “Just walking right in my room now, are you?”

“Yeah, sleepyhead, I guess I am.”

“What if I was standing there naked?”

“I guess I’d get an eyeful, and Cap would probably beat the shit out of me, but I don’t care. I’m worried about you. We all are.”

“I’m fine. Just catching up on some sleep.”

“That’s not like the Emma I know.”

“You’ve only known me a few weeks, Gage. How much can you really know about me?”

“You’re not eating. You’re not coming out to raise hell and sass all of us endlessly. You don’t even ever leave this room unless it’s to come talk to Mae and Melissa about the bakery. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong and what I can do to fix it.”

“I eat.” Gage rolled his eyes at her answer as he sat down on the bed.

“When? Because Nash and I spend all day waiting to see you come out of this room while Cap paces around, pulling his hair out, worried about you. You know I have two little sisters, Em. Either spill what’s bothering you or I will resort to older brother tactics of torture until you do.”

Emma threw her hands up in the air and sighed.

“What isn’t wrong, Gage? My whole life is a dumpster fire right now and I don’t want anyone else getting hurt because of it.”

“So, you’ll just push everyone away? Is that the idea?”

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