Page 65 of That Kind of Guy

“We’re going to be late,” I said, steering her away to the side of the yard, practically carrying her away from them. I glanced over my shoulder with my bestdon’t fucking darelook. “Don’t wait up for Mommy.”

“Bye, guys,” Avery called back.

I kept my hand firmly on her waist while we walked to the car. When we approached the car, she whistled with approval.

“Cool car.”

I winked at her, still feeling possessive from what had happened moments before. “Only the best for you,darling.”

“You know how to make a girl feel special.” She turned to me and gestured at her dress. “What do you think of the dress? Do I look good enough to be seen with Emmett Rhodes tonight?”

She put her hand on her waist and wiggled a little.

My control snapped like a rubber band.Fuck it.

I grabbed her waist and hauled her against me. Her eyes flared with surprise, and I leaned down to kiss her.

She gasped into my mouth, and I used the opportunity to taste her. I put all my confusing possessive feelings back into kissing her, wrapping my arms around her to pull her close to me, tasting her, and feeling her relax against me.

Mine.

A little moan escaped her lips, and it went straight to my cock. Her mouth was so soft and sweet and pliant and welcoming andfucking hell,this felt incredible. My fingers tangled into her silky hair, and I grabbed a handful, pulling and giving myself more access to her mouth. I groaned into her and pressed her against the car. My erection pressed into her stomach and she pressed right back. My head spun. Kissing Avery was like a drug that I couldn’t have just a little bit of, I always needed more. I could already see myself in my head, stroking my cock in the shower and thinking about this moment with her sweet little ass in my hand while she moaned into my mouth.

My hand slipped up the soft fabric of her dress and covered one of those perfect tits. I groaned low into her mouth and the second my thumb found that pinched little peak, she whimpered and thrust against me. Desire wrenched through me. I nearly came right there.

I pushed myself off her and took a deep breath, walking a few steps away to collect myself. My cock strained in my pants, desperate to fuck her. Desperate to know what she felt like. Desperate to make her feel good.

Fuck.

I took a step toward her and looked down at her. Her chest rose and fell, and my gaze snagged on her cleavage again before dragging back up to her eyes, which were drowsy and heavy. My cock pulsed again.

“You look goddamn gorgeous tonight, Adams.”

“Thanks.” She sounded breathless.

“I don’t want you seeing other guys while we’re together.” My voice was gravelly and hard. I swallowed but maintained eye contact.

She nodded, dazed. “I know. We talked about this.”

We talked about it but I needed to make sure she was a hundred percent clear. I took another step closer and my mouth hovered inches from hers. Her dark blue eyes widened. “You’re the only one I touch. Do you understand?”

She nodded again and her gaze slid to my mouth. She wanted more of me. She wanted my mouth back on her. If I lingered too long on that realization, she’d be over my shoulder as I hauled her back to her apartment so I could tear this dress off and show her what I could really do with this mouth.

Instead, I reached past her to open her door. Once she was inside, I stalked around to the other side, got in, and started the car. We drove for two minutes in silence before she turned to me.

“Did you think…” She narrowed her eyes at me and a little grin appeared on her lips. “…that Carter and I…” She gave me a funny look.

I swallowed again. That fucking guy.

“Emmett,” she said in a low voice, and my cock pulsed again.

Her saying my name these days did funny things to me. I heard it in my head, in different tones. I heard her gasping it, moaning it, crying it out.

“I’m not hooking up with anyone. Especially not Carter.”

“Good.”

“He’s twenty-two. And too frat-boy for my taste.”

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