Page 65 of Touch of Evil

I start to pace, stop, and work on catching my breath. “And what exactly are we doing here?”

“We’re about to make love.”

“McLove?”

She covers her mouth, her hair falling around her as she laughs. As her hands drop away, she rises, approaching me slowly.

“Bren. I want to make love to you.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “And if I’m right, I think you want to make love to me, too.”

“Make love? Did you just say make love? Do people even do that anymore?”

“Yes,” she answers, smiling.

I shake my head, this time I do pace. “Em, I’ve had a lot of women ask me to do some freaky shit, but this is definitely the topper.”

“Why?” she asks.

I pause. “I just don’t think I have it in me.”

“I have total faith in you,” she purrs. She unfastens all the buttons of the shirt and lets it slide off of her arms.

My heart slams into my chest like a screen door during a tornado. I’m either having some sort of panic attack or going into cardiac arrest. She eases slowly forward, similar to a cop trying to coax a jumper down from a ledge.

“Bren,” she says. “Are you all right?”

No. I’m not all right. You’re standing there with your perfect body, with your perfect hair draped around your perfect shoulders. Your small pink nipples are begging to be in my mouth and your thighs are screaming to wrap around my—

I punch myself in the face, hard enough to see stars and completely freak out Emme.

Her hands clasp her chest and her eyes bulge. “Bren, what are you doing?”

“It’s what I’m tryingnotto do, Emme. Do you realize your sisters are going tokillme? Taran will burn me to embers. Celia will claw me apart. Whatever’s left over, Shayna will slice to bits!”

Emme’s cheeks redden and she offers me a shy smile. “Bren, my sisters aren’t here.”

Her fingers thread through mine. She walks backward, leading me into the bedroom. With a press of her hands against my chest, she lays me down on my bed and climbs on top of me. I can’t stop my eyes from wandering to her face and her body. She’s all woman. I’m not sure when it happened, but that’s what she became.

Still, it doesn’t stop me from saying what I do. “You’re just a kid.”

“No, Bren. I’m not a kid.” The strands of her hair skim over her breasts as she shakes her head. “Not anymore.”

No, she’s not.

I rip my off my shorts in one pull, and finally discover what it’s like to touch Emme.

Chapter Eighteen

Emme

All it takes is one brush of my breasts against Bren’s chest and he’s all over me.

His hands, those strong,roughhands, drag down my back as he deepens our kiss.

No one has ever kissed me this way, and I never knew I was capable of such passion.

His tongue plays with mine and drives deep, seeking to overtake, dominate, and claim me as his.

Mytouchtakes over me without consent. I reach out, devouring him in as many places as I dare to reach.

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