Page 87 of When to Call a Blitz

“Heidi? I think my phone disconnected. I wanted to make sure I know what time to meet you at your place.”

I feel a pang of jealousy, and I raise an eyebrow.

I wait a beat to say anything. To see if she’d respond.

Finally, Heidi nods.

“Hey man, this is Heidi’s boss. She’s actually doing something for me for the rest of the day, but thanks for calling.”

With that, I hang up on him, tossing the phone gently onto the work bench behind us.

And the second I turn around, my lips are on hers with an intensity I don’t think I’ve ever experienced.

My heart beats faster than it ever has, and for a second I think it’ll beat right out of my damn chest, and when I rope my fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss, Heidi moans.

And it wakes something inside of me that I can’t quite describe.

She pulls me closer, our tongues dancing together and our teeth clashing.

It’s wild. It’s free.

When I break the kiss, my lips immediately find her neck, the scent of berries making my head fuzzy as I make my way up to her ear, pulling it into my mouth between my teeth.

If everything else wasn’t enough to turn me on, Heidi’s moan is. The second I hear it, I know it’s what will replay in my mind until the end of time.

My fingers play with the thin straps of her shirt, inching them down slowly.

“Just take my fucking shirt off already,” Heidi groans, looping her arms around my neck and leaning into me.

“Are you sure?”

“Emmett.”

I take that as a yes, pulling the straps all the way down to expose her chest, my mouth immediately watering by the sight of them, her nipples pebbled.

“Fuck, look at you,” I moan.

“I need your mouth on me, Heartbreaker,” she grits out, dragging my head back to hers.

I fall forward once more, my hands propped against the top of the car on either side of her as I let her control how fast we go.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I remind her when she breaks the kiss, her lips trailing to my ear.

“I want all of you,” she breathes, and the feeling of her nipples brushing against my chest makes me lose it, the cloud off lust enshrouding us completely.

Her hands brush down my chest, her fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt. She lifts it up slowly, maintaining eye contact as she goes, her knuckles grazing the curve of my belly and up the sides of my chest, where her eyes fall to the light scattering of hair.

She lifts her eyes to mine again, her confidence waning, and I grind into her.

“That’s all you,” I grunt. “All of it, baby. Don’t doubt yourself for a single second.”

She nods slightly, continuing her mission, and I help her get my shirt over my head.

Her hands make their way down my chest once more, her eyes following the movement intensely, watching as she leaves goosebumps in her wake.

She travels further as she watches me intensely, her nails scratching my skin just above my jeans, and when she unbuttons them, the corner of her mouth tips up in a devilish smirk.

She makes fast work of my jeans, pulling them down with ease, and when she spots my erection through my briefs, she pauses, her eyes wide as saucers.

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