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I puffed out a laugh. “No need. I feel comfortable with you all the time, to be honest. Even when we were at each other’s throats.”

His gaze met mine. “I feel comfortable with you, too. Even though sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t.”

I gave him a look of mock horror. “Excuseme, Mr. Prince Charming? Why shouldn’t you?”

He gave me a smile. “Because you’re wild,” he murmured, leaning in again to kiss my neck andGod damnit felt too good.

“And you love it.”

“You’re also out of your damn mind, sometimes,” he said, his lips near my collarbone, now.

“You love that, too.”

“And because I’m afraid of what happens when I start to like someone’s company this much,” Emmett said.

I breathed in his scent, my cock throbbing. Fuck, he was doing things to my heart and my dick, all at once. How did this man have such a hold on me?

“What happens when you like someone’s company, huh?” I said softly near his ear.

“Might start to want things too much.”

Fuck.

Please?

I want you to want things too much. Desperately.

“I want things, too, you know,” I said. “Emmett, I really would strip and let you fuck me right here if you wanted to. Want to spend the next four days in bed?”

“Yes,” he said. “But I also am already worried we’re going to be late for this dinner, so let’s get on the road. I promise I’ll drag you to bed afterward.”

My mouth started to water, like I was Pavlov’s dog.

“Is that a promise?”

“It sure is,” he said, pressing one more slow kiss to my mouth.

Christ, it took everything in me not to leap over and straddle him right there and now on his seat.

“We won’t be late, by the way,” I murmured. “You’re just used to being early for everything.”

He leaned back into his seat and fired the engine back up, taking a deep breath. “This is what you do to me,” he said, reaching down to grip the faint outline of his hard cock through his suit pants.

“Fuck, that is hot,” I said. “I’m in the same position over here, don’t worry. I’ll be taking care of that later tonight.”

He gave me a wicked smile. “Behave yourself at dinner.”

“I always do,” I protested. “Sometimes. Kind of.”

We took off down the road, heading off toward the city.

I watched the trees flying by through my window, enjoying the look of the snow for the first time. I felt like I’d entered some other reality. One that I had never known was even available to me, if I was being honest.

My practice earlier had fucking sucked.

It had been brutal, my catches had been off, and I’d gotten in a brief argument with a teammate about routing. Football was usually the one thing that I could always count on to make me feel better, but I’d been distracted and exhausted all day.

I’d been worried about Emmett.

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