Page 58 of Teasing

The sexy sigh that slips past her lips when she finally gives in and slides her hands under my shirt is intoxicating. And my already-hard cock grows impossibly harder, desperate to get in on the action.

As if knowing exactly what I need, Emmie presses closer and leverages herself until her legs are wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her chest rubs against mine, and fuck, I want to rip the pajamas from her.

She’s all soft curves that fit perfectly against the hard planes of my body.

Like she was made for me.

Because she’s mine.

Our tongues dance a slow tango. Learning. Exploring.

Striking a match against every fucking nerve ending, ready to set fire to the world just to watch it burn.

Her nails score my skin as I run my tongue down her neck, stopping to trace lazy circles over her racing pulse before I drag my teeth over it, and she cries out.

So responsive. So fucking sexy.

Emmie clings to me, grinding against me.

I know if I checked, I’d find her wet and needy and wanting.

I know I’d slide into her and never want to leave.

But I can’t.We can’t.

Not here.

Not yet.

Not until she’s ready.

“Em...” Hazy, unfocused eyes open wide. Her pretty pink lips are swollen and pouty, and goddamn, I don’t want to stop. “I?—”

She presses a finger to my mouth and unhooks her legs from my waist. “That was...” She licks her lips and shakes her head, as a car door slamming shut in the distance breaks the silent spell.

“Tell me you know this is going to happen, Em. That we’re going to happen.” I plant my hands against the house on either side of her head, careful not to touch her. “Tell me I’m not in this alone and you feel it to,” I demand.

“You’re not in this alone, Maverick.” She lifts up on her toes and presses the gentlest kiss against my lips, then dips under my arms and pushes the key into the door.

“Hey, Em... what’s your tattoo say?” I ask, not ready for her to walk away.

Not wanting to say goodbye.

Without missing a beat, she smiles.“Contritus vultus diversus est omnibus. Parum tibi da gratiam.”

“What?” I press.

“ASL wasn’t my only language in high school. I’ll tell you mine when you tell me yours.” Then she winks and is through her front door and out of my sight while I stand there, pretty sure this woman is going to be the love of my life.

Emmie

“Vivi,” I whisper into the phone in case Camden is already sleeping. “I just had my last first kiss, and I’m petrified. I need you to call me back.”

EMMIE

They tried to paint me in black and white, but my color was fire.

—Emmie’s Secret Thoughts

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