Page 47 of Outcast
“Thought you’d never ask.”
I shot a glance toward my brothers’ table. They were gone. Shit. I’d lost track of the whole world outside of Emory.
I smiled sheepishly. “I think you might need to give me a ride this time.”
“Then let’s go.”
We made it out the door and into his sleek silver Audi. Once the door closed behind me, all bets were off. Or rather, they wereon.
“I owe you a kiss,” Emory said, grabbing a fistful of my T-shirt and drawing me closer.
“More like ten,” I murmured, “but who’s counting?”
Our mouths crashed together, teeth clacking as we both rushed in too fast. I grabbed his jaw, keeping him where I wanted him, and tilted my head for a better position. Emory’s mouth went soft and slack under mine, lips parting to let my tongue inside.
We both groaned at that first taste. Dark beer, a little bitter, tasted awfully sweet on Emory’s tongue. His fingers slid into my hair, tugging me closer, and his mouth opened wider, so needy for me.
I nipped his bottom lip, making him gasp, then dragged my mouth along his jaw to that delicious throat I’d been eyeing up all night. I kissed and sucked and nipped my way to his shoulder, yanking at the collar of his shirt to bare more skin.
“Wait,” he murmured.
I pulled back, breathing hard. “Too fast?”
“No.” His lips quirked. “But you’re the one who’s supposed to be taking off that shirt so I can see all your ink.”
I chuckled. “You’re really into it, huh?”
“I’m an artist. I appreciate beautiful things.”
“So is it just my ink you’re interested in or my body?” I teased.
“Can’t it be both?”
“It better be,” I said. “But the car’s dark, and someone might come out and see us.”
Emory dropped his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. “Right. Yeah. We should call it a night.”
“I didn’t say that.” He opened his eyes, glancing sidelong at me. “I need a ride home, anyway. Come inside when we get there.”
He hesitated. “Your brothers…”
“They know anyway,” I reminded him. “They’ll be cool about it.”
Emory raised a hand, nibbling at a ragged-looking nail on his index finger. I gently tugged his hand down. “You can say no, golden boy. You call the shots, remember?”
“I don’t want to say no.” He pushed the ignition button, and the engine started with a gentle purr. “Just, uh, be patient with me if I screw it up. I’m new to all this.”
“You’re not going to screw up anything, Em. You’re already exactly what I want.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Emory
My pulse rushed,filling my ears with white noise as we approached the turn for Forrester & Sons Auto. The house was just a few hundred yards ahead. The first-floor windows glowed orange in the distance.
His brothers were still awake, then. Waiting to greet us as we walked in?
I slowed the car, unsure that I was ready for a welcome wagon at my very first hookup. Allison had encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone…but this was a whole different dimension. Maybe if I was out and proud like Gray, but I was still figuring shit out.
