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Taking his time.

Letting his movements be slow and firm, controlling the smoldering fire inside me like he was my fucking puppeteer.

Every nerve in my body lit up as he leaned against me, running an open palm down my chest. Somehow I’d finallymanaged to convince him that I wasn’t going to get up and run away screaming just because he was a man. He still didn’tlikeme. I knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. But I’d gotten through to him. When it came to being physical, I craved more every time I was near him.

“You want to taste me?” he murmured against my lips.

He turned his head just slightly to kiss against my jaw, and I felt like my whole body might melt right into his cloud of a couch.

Holyfuck, that felt good.

“I really do,” I said, straight from my heart. I felt like he’d discovered a throughline straight to my cock, and with every touch, everyword, now, he made my cock pulse again.

I rocked upward a little bit, grinding my stiff cock against his thigh, showing him exactly how much I wanted this. He let out a little moan, immediately leaning in again to kiss me, moving one hand down to squeeze my thigh.

He had me in a trance. I was pretty sure I’d never felt this hypnotized—thisin the moment—with anyone I’d been with before. I’d only ever felt anything similar while I was hyperfocused in the moment playing football, but this moment was nothing like football, to say the least.

I’d spent entire relationships wishing for moments like this. Never quite being able to climb that mountain. To get to the place I was now, where every little touch sent my body into overdrive, where every little move Emmett made only teased my cock further, making me want so much more.

Like he was in control of me, and I was in control of him, somehow, too.

A disobedient little dance that we were both doing with each other until we couldn’t take another second of it, our bodies begging for a desperate release from the tension.

“Why do you always smell so good?” I murmured against him, leaning over to press my face to the place at the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping at him there.

“Soirée vanille,” he said near my ear.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know what that means, but you speaking French in my ear is really working for me.”

He hummed, sitting up a bit to look down at me. A lock of his hair fell across his forehead, glinting in the low light of the room. “It’s the name of my cologne. Sweet, but warm and spiced, too. I wear it in fall, and always only a little bit. Never overpowering.”

“Infall,” I said, sucking in a breath as I looked up at him. “Because of course you must have a different scent for each season.”

“I do,” he confirmed, unapologetic. “If you have a problem with that, I can’t say I care, Storm.”

I couldn’t keep a smile off my face.

“No problem with it,” I said, reaching up to run my thumb along the side of his face. His skin there was smooth, too, like I was touching silk. “You’re pretty. Do you know how pretty you are? Handsome, too, but kind of pretty.”

“I like the idea of being both,” he said.

And goddamn, he surewasboth, right now. The only light in the room was the last smudges of sunset filtering through his tall glass windows and the glow of the fireplace. I swore it made Emmett look like he had a halo behind him.

Suddenly, I wanted to see him naked.

Verymuch.

Adrenaline surged through me all at once, and I decided to go with it.

“Take your clothes off,” I told him.

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EMMETT

How dare you.

Get the fuck out of my house.

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