Page 77 of For Emery

“No?”

He shook his head. “I’d keep them in my pocket.”

Laughter burst out of me, and the nerves building inside me slowly subsided.

Jordan moved closer, standing in front of me like a towering statue. “I like having you here.”

“I like being here.”

He sat beside me and grabbed hold of my right hand. “Em, I don’t wanna screw this up.”

“What?”

“You. Me.” He looked around his room. “This.”

“Jordan…I want to be with you. It’s always been you.”

“That’s why I’m so fucking scared to mess it up.”

“I’m not scared. I’m not even nervous anymore. I’ve waited…for you.”

He tilted his head, heat blazing like an inferno in his eyes.

“No one has ever made me feel the way you have, Jordan. I’ve compared everyone to you.”

“That’s a lot to live up to.”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to live up to. You’ve always been you without apology. And that’s who I want.”

He lifted his left hand and brushed his thumb lightly over my bottom lip. “God, I wish I was the guy you think I am.”

“You are,” I assured him, my lip tingling from his touch.

He sat there saying nothing. The silence was deafening.

Before I lost my nerve, I stood up. My knees shook as I turned so my back faced him. I glanced over my shoulder at his bewildered face. “Will you unzip me?”

He stared at me unmoving, making me reconsider my boldness.

“Jordan?” My voice cracked with the fear of rejection weighing heavily on me.

He stood up, moving slowly behind me. Instead of unzipping my dress, he pressed his chest to my back and slipped his arms around my hips, pressing a trail of open mouthed kisses from my neck to my shoulder. A shudder rushed through me as my head dropped back, resting against him as he continued his pursuit on the other side.

“If this is you messing up,” I breathed. “I never want you to stop.”

He chuckled against my neck and a shiver skated over my skin. He moved his arms, his hands drifting slowly up my back. His fingers took hold of my zipper. He tugged it down an inch, following the movement with a kiss to the revealed skin. He pulled it down another inch, and his lips were there, kissing my back. Another inch and he needed to bend so his mouth could follow. Finally, the zipper stopped, having no more teeth to pull it any lower. Jordan stood up, and paused.

“It’s okay,” I whispered.

He released my dress. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a black thong. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my bare breasts even though Jordan was still behind me. As eager as I was for this next step with him, being mostly naked in front of anyone was new to me.

His hands slipped down to my hips. I quivered under his touch as his fingers moved up and down slowly as his mouth found my ear. He nibbled his way around the outer lobe before he added his tongue. Goosebumps erupted over my skin. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, needing to hold on to something to steady my trembling legs. His hands slipped around to my bare stomach as he moved to my other ear. The stimulation was almost too much. I’d never been this vulnerable. This turned on. I needed to kiss him. I needed to feel him. I was about to turn in his arms when his hands ventured up my stomach.

I pulled in a sharp breath when his hands slowly coasted over my breasts. My breaths became shallow. The pulsing between my thighs was intense. “Oh, God.”

His mouth drifted down my neck as his hands began to kneed my breasts, his thumbs tracing my nipples. When I didn’t think I was going to be able to take anymore, he tugged on my nipple, sending tremors shooting between my thighs. My knees nearly buckled. He did it again. I couldn’t take anymore. The tremors between my legs pulsed in rhythmic beats. “Jordan,” I whimpered.

“Em,” he said between kisses to my shoulder. “You feel so good.”

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