Page 93 of That Kind of Guy

He knelt over me and braced his elbows on either side of my head. He looked down at me with those glittering grey eyes, and I had the most spectacular sensation of seeing my life as it was this very moment. Truly seeing myself, lying here in bed with Emmett, the man I was head over heels for, his masculine, clean scent enveloping me, and his body pressed against mine. If I could freeze this moment, keep a little piece of it with me forever, I would.

Emmett’s chest thudded against mine.

“I can feel your heartbeat.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

His gaze locked on mine. “That’s for you, Adams.”

My heart overflowed when he said that. I lifted my head to kiss him and moved my hips so that his hardness was against my soft center. He wore a pained expression, like I was hurting him.

I waited for him to press into me, and when he didn’t, my mouth hitched. “Come on.”

A flash of a laugh crossed his face. And was that…nerves? “I don’t want this to be over so soon.”

Did he mean sex, or did he mean us? Was Emmett feeling the same hesitation to ending our agreement that I was?

Was there a chance Emmett was head over heels, undeniably in love with me the way I was with him?

I swallowed and took a shaky breath. “I know. Me neither.”

His expression softened, and he dropped another sweet, lingering kiss on my mouth. I shifted again beneath him, reaching down to position him, and he sunk into me, slow and steady.

I moaned against him at the delicious full, stretching feeling of his cock inside me. My breaths came out in gasps.

Emmett’s forehead dropped to the bed beside my ear, and he groaned as he slowly slid in and out of me. “Avery.”

Pleasure coiled around my spine, and my legs tingled as Emmett hit the nerve endings inside me. His fingers came to my clit and again he circled it. My back arched off the bed. I was close again.

“Another?” I sounded incredulous. “Seriously?”

His voice was a growl in my ear. “Let me love you, Avery.” His fingers worked fast, and I clenched him hard. He groaned again. “Come for me, baby. I need you to come again.”

His words registered—let me love you—but I didn’t have time to think about them, turn them over, pick through them. The pressure low in my belly expanded and I let out a low moan. Emmett looked down into my eyes, and I could feel the silent scream on my face as I came around him, as my orgasm tensed every muscle. Emmett was barely holding on, from his pained expression, but he watched my face with fascination and reverence as the orgasm rolled through me in waves. I was vaguely aware of him sayinggoodandfuck yesandthat’s itas I arched and gasped.

I nodded at him with my chest heaving, urging him to let himself lose control, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he thrust harder into me. He dropped his forehead to mine. His hips jerked hard.

“Avery.” He gritted the words out while gripping me to his chest, and I felt so coveted. Like I belonged to him. “Baby.”

We caught our breaths, and as he pressed his mouth to my forehead with a hum of satisfaction, I willed myself to remember every second of this.

I never wanted to forget being in love with Emmett Rhodes.

23

Avery

“I’m supposedto make sure you’ve eaten.”

Hannah’s soft voice yanked me from my daydreams about Emmett and all the delicious things we had done in the past few days.

Naked things. Things that made me gasp and him groan. Things that made my stomach do a delicious roll forward whenever I thought about them.

I stuck my tongue out at her, and she rolled her eyes, smiling before she nudged a granola bar towards me.

We were in the bookstore, getting ready for the wedding. Spice Girls played quietly in the background while we put the finishing touches on our makeup. The side tables beside the squashy blue chairs were cluttered with the contents of our makeup collections. The front door was locked and there was a “Closed for Wedding Day!” sign up that I had seen at a few different businesses in town. Emmett was at Holden’s, getting ready with him and Will, who had come into town with his family just for our wedding. Elizabeth had just left after taking a hundred pictures of Hannah and I amongst the books. Div had been ready to hire hair and makeup artists, but I stopped him—I wanted to spend this time alone with Hannah. With everything going on with Emmett and the restaurant, I felt like I hadn’t spent enough time with her recently.

I glanced at the granola bar. I could already feel the dry, chalky texture in my mouth and I made a face. There was no way I could eat it. My stomach tensed.

I was a bit nervous.

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