Page 102 of For Emery

“What Sabrina and I did,” I corrected him.

He laughed before capturing my lips and kissing me long and hard.

God. I missed this.

He eventually pulled away, leaving me breathless and undoubtedly flushed. “How the hell am I ever gonna repay you?”

“Stop pushing me away.”

“Done.”

I chuckled at the matter-of-fact way he said it.

“Anything else?” he asked.

My lips twisted as I thought for a moment. “You told me Em’s your new best friend. But I’ve been thinking. I really want to be your old best friend again.”

He considered my request with a small grin. “Done.”

“Oh, and last one, I promise.”

“Okay,” he said skeptically.

“Never ever doubt that I’d do anything for you. Because I love you, Jordan Grady.”

The coolest smirk I’d ever seen spread across his lips. “I love you, Emery Pruitt.” He leaned in and kissed me slow and gentle, pulling away much too soon. “Now, I’m gonna need you to say that again so I’m ready for it this time.”

I laughed. “I love you—”

His mouth cut me off before I could finish my words. He lowered me down onto my bed, his body pressing me into the mattress as his kiss conveyed his appreciation.

Had he just realized I loved him and would do anything for him? Hadn’t he been paying attention?

His hands dropped to the hem of my shirt. He pulled back from my lips and ripped my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. He gazed down at me in my pajama shorts and pink bra. “God, I love looking at you like this.” He leaned back down and his mouth captured mine, his tongue diving in, possessive and determined.

Though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I pushed at his chest, trying to get him off me. “Raquel could be back any minute.”

“I don’t care. I need to be inside you.”

My belly dipped. I loved when he talked to me that way—probably because I never imagined I’d ever be on the receiving end of it. I’d wished. Oh, how I’d wished. But the reality was so much sweeter—and dirtier.

My hands moved to the waist of his shorts. My attempt to push them down and over his ass was futile.

He reached down and assisted, tossing his shorts to the floor. “I’ve really missed you.”

We both snapped our heads to the door when we heard movement outside. It had to be Raquel.

“Go away!” Jordan shouted.

“You’ve got an hour!” Raquel shouted back through the door. “If it’s not over in two minutes, Grady!”

“Fuck off!” he shouted to her.

I giggled as her footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

Jordan reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt.

I’d never get sick of seeing him that way. Instinctively, I lifted my hands to his chest. My fingertips trailed over his smooth skin, tracing the ridges in his abs. He closed his eyes, apparently enjoying my exploration as much as I was. My fingers drifted to his pecs. My thumbs circled his nipples. His eyes closed tighter. My fingertips coasted up until I cupped the stubble on his chin and cheeks. “Jordan.”

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