Page 29 of Love Me Ever After
Ems wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to go out, if that’s what you are asking.”
“Hungry?”
She nodded.
“Then let me get changed and I’ll cook us some dinner.”
“I guess I should do the same.” Ems plucked at her nondescript oversized t-shirt.
“Not if you don’t want to.” I winked as I stood up. “Clothes are totally optional.”
“Ha, what if Sara and Noel come home? I’m sure neither of them wants to see me naked.”
Sara and Noel might not want to see Ems naked, but it was almost all I could think of. Images of her half-naked body under me last night ran through my mind. What I wouldn’t give to strip that t-shirt off her right now and make everything better.All good things come to those who wait.“Good point. I’ll see you downstairs.”
It took every ounce of my willpower to walk away then. I had to be patient. We might have rushed into things the previous evening, but I wanted to savour every single moment of the next time we were together. And savour every single inch of her skin. My cock stirred in my trousers and I had to think of Barbara Smyth-Hall to make it stop.
Fifteen minutes later, I stood at the cooker, chicken frying away in the pan, ready to add the vegetables. I’d already set the table, lighting the candle that the girls had there—cheesy, I know. I had my phone blasting out a playlist of indie rock music I knew we both liked. It was almost as if I was trying to recreate the old times.
“What do you want to drink?”
Ems’s voice made me jump. I’d been so caught up in the meal prep with one ear on the playlist, that I’d zoned out. I turned to her. She had changed into a pair of yoga pants which clung to her thighs and a simple top that emphasised her glorious tits. If I hadn’t been hungry for her already, the sight increased my appetite tenfold. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a loose bun and I fantasised about pulling it out of its tie, watching the chocolate brown lengths tumble across her shoulders, before wrapping it around my hand and tugging her towards me.
Barbara… Barbara… Barbara…
“I think there’s a beer in the fridge,” I managed, turning my back on the vision that was currently sending my cock into a frenzy.
I heard the clink of bottles as she got a beer for me and a wine for herself. I tossed the rest of the ingredients into the pan, listening to the satisfying sizzle as they hit the hot surface. Within a few minutes they were done, and I heaped our plates with the finished dish.
Ems sat on one side of the table, twirling her wine glass in her hand. I placed a plate in front of her, then set mine down opposite her and took a seat.
“Thank you,” she said, lifting her glass in my direction. “I needed this tonight.”
I touched my bottle to her glass and took a long pull. “No problem. Thought you might.”
We ate in silence, Ems making appreciative noises. She’d have to stop that, or I’d take her right there and then over the table.
“You want to tell me what happened with Sonya?” I asked, steering the subject away from anything remotely sexual. “I bumped into her on my way out and she spun me some story.”
Ems swallowed her mouthful of chicken and swigged some wine. “There isn’t too much to tell. She found out about what we did, bawled me out, told me how disappointed she was, and sent me home.” She shrugged. “I worked my arse off over this conference and she knows it. I mean, I know what I did isn’t strictly allowed, but I didn’t expect her to go off on one like she did. I’ve had some time to think about it and I’m sure she’s overreacted.”
“Do you wish you hadn’t done it?”
She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating the answer. “I guess I got caught up in the moment. When you kissed me, it stirred up everything I used to feel and reminded me of how much I’ve missed you.”
“Used to feel?” I tilted my head, picking her up on her choice of words.
“Still feel,” she breathed.
Our eyes locked. Brown on blue. Without another word, I pushed my chair back, not caring as it fell to the floor, and rounded the table. Pulling Ems up into my arms, my mouth crashed against hers. Weaving my hand into her hair, I drew her towards me, kissing her so thoroughly she gasped.
“Mason,” she groaned, pressing herself against me as if she couldn’t get close enough.
My hands slid down her back, cupping her arse, fingers digging into the soft flesh through her clothes. Another moan escaped her lips, having a direct effect on my cock.
Neither of us heard the front door open. Nor did we hear Sara and Noel until they were in the kitchen.
“What the actual fuck?” Sara’s voice was so high, only dogs should have been able to hear her.
