Page 32 of That One Night
Emery shrugged. “She didn’t specify. But I’m thinking a firefly.”
“Why a firefly?” He tipped his head to the side. Up this close she could see the dark shadows of his beard growth on his jaw.
“My dad used to call me that when I was a kid.”
He nodded. “What else is on the list?”
“Ride on the back of a motorcycle.”
His mouth twitched. “You’ve never done that?”
“My dad hated them. Trenton too.”
“Then you definitely need to do that.”
She almost laughed. Damn, it felt good to be laughing. When was the last time life felt this easy?
“And dance on a bar,” Emery said.
“So skinny dip, get drunk, get a tattoo, ride on a motorcycle, and dance on a bar,” Hendrix murmured. “Not exactly pushing the boat out too far.”
“Oh, I forgot. Also to stay up talking all night. And maybe it is for me.” Her gaze held his and he lifted a brow.
“Is that it?” he asked.
She let out a soft breath, remembering Maisie’s list. Of course there was something else. But she couldn’t tell him that one. Not just because she’d have some explaining to do about why an engaged woman would kiss somebody else.
But because right now, with him half clothed and her own clothes sticking to her body like a second skin, it felt too intimate.
“That’s it,” she breathed.
“Seriously? Nothing more… dangerous?”
“Getting a tattoo is pretty dangerous.” She folded her arms over her chest and he grinned. “I could get all sorts of infections,” she said, her voice serious.
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured. The way he said it sent a tingle down her spine. And between her legs, if she was being honest.
“What does that make you?”
“What do you want it to make me?” he asked. There was no way he couldn’t feel this. The throb of attraction that made her skin feel too tight and too hot. His eyes were trained on her lips as she exhaled again.
Like he was trying to learn every curve and dip of them. Or maybe he was just trying not to look at her skimpy clothes.
“I think you like to be bad,” she murmured. “And you do it well. But underneath all that hard assedness, there’s a good man.”
He shook his head. “Your opinion of me is way too high.” It came out raspy.
“A bad guy doesn’t go out in the middle of a storm to save his goat,” she said, watching as he patted Frank’s fur.
This time when he looked at her she could see the heat in his eyes. Could feel it, too, deep inside of her. Neither of themlooked away. She knew she couldn’t if she tried. And she didn’t want to try.
Her heart slammed against her chest.
“Emery…” His voice was as soft as silk. The kind of voice that made her want everything she couldn’t have. That made her want to hear his murmurs, close against her ear, as he moved inside of her. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was a dick. I didn’t mean it.” He shook his head, looking like he was trying to think through his words. “What I said…”
“It’s forgotten,” she told him. “It’s okay.”
“No it isn’t. But I’ll make it up to you,” he told her.
