Page 69 of That Kind of Guy

He maintained eye contact and my stomach somersaulted.

When he finally spoke, his tone was teasing. “I can’t just walk into a random high school alone. I’ll get arrested. You’d have to come with me.”

A grin spread across my face. “Deal.”

“Deal.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hands. “Come on, Adams, let’s go look at pictures of teenaged dorks.”

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“Of course you were class president.”I ran my finger along the cold glass in front of his senior year photo—a younger version of him with the same confident, smug smile. “You look like the kind of guy I’d have a crush on.”

Earlier, when I rested my head on his chest and we swayed with the music amid dozens of horny teenagers, I melted into him. He was so warm and his fingers in my hair made me so deliriously comfortable, I could have stayed put the entire night.

I sighed, staring at the teenage photo of him. And that kiss against the car.That kiss. The way he grabbed me so assertively and pressed me up against the window.

I’d remember that kiss. I’d remember it so hard my ghost would be sighing thinking about it. I’d remember the way my body clenched with pleasure when he ran his thumb over my nipple. All night since that kiss, I’d been wound tight and tense.

The angel in my head sweetly reminded me that I was going to speak to Emmett about pulling back on the PDA.

The devil in my head didn’t want to pull back, though. She wanted more. She wanted Emmett’s hot mouth all over her skin, everywhere. A shiver rolled through me and the hairs on my arms stood up.

Tonight, I’d invite Emmett in, and we’d see where things went. I saw him in my mind, stretched out in my bed, naked, sheets rumpled and messy like his hair. A little thrill ran up and down the back of my legs. All that smooth skin and ridges. The abs I knew he worked hard to maintain. It took all my control not to drag him out of here that instant.

I turned back to his photo. “I would have had the biggest crush on you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with the same smug grin in the photo.

I nodded. “Oh, yeah.” I scanned through the other photos until I found one with the name Will Henry below. “Aw, and there’s Will.”

He peered over my shoulder, and I could feel his warmth against my back. “Yep, that’s Will. He’s got a few more wrinkles now, though.”

I snorted. “So do you.”

“Yeah, but I look handsome with a few wrinkles.” He winked at me.

“I hate to admit it but you’re right.” I turned back to the photos and found the one with the pretty young woman with chestnut hair. “And there’s Nat.”

He nodded. “That’s Nat.”

Myears worked hard to pick up anything in his voice, any affection or wistfulness that indicated Nat was the one that got away, but I came up short. I swallowed and stared at her picture. “Do you still have a thing for her?” It came out more tentative than I wanted. I was supposed to make it sound like I didn’t care.

He scoffed. “No. Definitely not.” From behind, wrapped his arm around me. “I’m glad she dumped me.” He planted a kiss on my cheek. His stubble scraped my skin.

I was glad she dumped him, too, as I leaned back against him.

“Do you still talk to him often?”

“Every couple days.”

“You miss him.” I could hear it in his voice.

“Of course. We’ve been friends since we were kids. He’s like my brother. That’s why I’m running for mayor. So he and his family can move back here.”

My mind paused. “I thought you were running so you could fix the electrical grid.”

He nodded. “So they don’t have to deal with the power outages. It’s a lot for them to handle. Kara shouldn’t have to grow up away from her community.”

I vaguely remembered thinking Emmett was like my dad, all schmoozey and charming. My dad never would have done something like this, though. He only thought about himself.

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