Page 68 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

It’s been hours since we had sex, and I need more of her. The kisses I’ve stolen between then and now aren’t enough. Which leads me to question if I’ll ever get enough of her? Probably not, but I’ll have to try. Especially with the knowledge that Peyton’s wedding is in two days, and after that…well, I don’t want to think about what happens after.

“Preston,” Gram calls, she and Emma are a few steps ahead of me. They’re still arm in arm, both of them looking over their shoulders with confused looks.

“Coming,” I respond with a groan, already shrugging out of my suit jacket so I can put the damn T-shirt on.

I’m begrudgingly following them to the yacht and changing into the silly T-shirt when Emma leans in to talk next to Gram’s ear. She tries to lower her voice, but she fails at it.

“For the record, I agree with you. There aren’t enough penis-shaped things at this party for my liking.”

I try not to laugh at her comment.

Gram looks at Emma with a wide grin. “Oh, darling. I’m never letting you leave this family.”

“You know, I think I look hot in the T-shirt,” Emma comments, finishing off the last bite of her bananas Foster.

“I never said you didn’t,” I respond.

Luckily, Peyton held true to her word and only had me keep the shirt on for pictures. After that, most people changed back into their formal wear as the yacht set off for the dinner cruise. But not Emma—she’s worn it proudly the entire time. She’s the only one still wearing it besides Peyton and Jackson.

“Yeah, but you keep glaring at the shirt like it offended you. Through every course of dinner, you were staring daggers at it.”

My eyes scan the boat, trying to figure out if anyone is looking our way. Some people have left the table altogether and are exploring the boat; some are deep in conversations I haven’t been paying attention to. But all that matters is no one is looking our way.

I lean in, kissing right underneath her ear. “Maybe I’m glaring because I don’t want to be here. I want to be back at the house with that goddamn shirt—and everything else you’re wearing—on the floor.”

Emma tilts her head, allowing me more access to her sunburnt skin. “This dress is silk, and I saved up for months to buy it. You will not be throwing it on the floor.”

My teeth graze her throat. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Or you’ll take care of the one I already bought.”

“I don’t know if I can think about taking care of anything but this right here.” I casually place my hand underneath the table and inch my way up her thigh. My fingers slide underneath her dress and brush over her pussy.

A strangled breath falls from her lips when my fingers don’t meet any fabric. I grunt, not expecting to find her bare under her dress. “Emma Turner, where are your panties?” I growl, running my fingers along her pussy.

“Did you just scold me using my full name?” Her blue eyes light with mischief underneath the moon. Fuck, I wish my grandmother wasn’t sitting three chairs down from me. I wish we were alone so I could push the dress up to her hips and devour her pussy again.

“I did. How am I supposed to go the rest of the night knowing you’re not wearing any panties underneath this dress?”

She tries to squeeze her thighs together to stop my finger from circling her clit, but it doesn’t work. If anything, it keeps my hand pinned between her legs. “I guess you’re going to have to figure it out. I couldn’t wear a dress like this and have panty lines. That’s a cardinal sin, Rhodes.”

Before I can respond, she slides her chair from the table, forcing my hand to drop away from her. I growl, already missing the feel of her, but all she does is smile at me. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and the wide grin on her face tells me she’s loving it.

“No, what’s a sin is what I plan to do to you later, rebel.”

She bites her lip eagerly. “Is that a promise?”

I cough, completely taken aback by her response. This woman. I’m so fucking gone for her that there’s no point in me even fighting against it… Fuck, I think I’m developing real, actual feelings for her.

“Now, I’ve never been on a yacht before, and I just have to explore. Walk with me?”

My chair scratches against the floor as I stand up abruptly. A few curious stares look our way, but for the most part, it doesn’t capture the attention of others. I close the distance to her, proudly taking her hand in mine.

“I’d love to show you somewhere more private.”

“Oh, don’t get any ideas,” she whispers, letting me lead her away from the crowd. “I’ve had enough public sex for the day. You’re going to have to wait until we’re back at the house.”

CHAPTER 34

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