Page 62 of Kellan & Emmett
“Emmy—”
“Shh,” he murmured, kissing me hard, nipping at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “We’ve wasted twenty years. I’m not wasting this night.”
I laughed against his mouth, a shaky, hungry sound, and pushed him onto his back. His eyes went wide, then dark with heat as I straddled him, fumbling at buttons and zippers. Clothes went fast, tossed careless to the floor.
The bed creaked as we rolled, bodies sliding hot and urgent. My mouth found his chest, licking the salt of sweat, nipping at his nipple until he gasped, tugging at my hair. He shoved his thigh between mine and I ground down shamelessly, our cocks hard and slick, sliding together.
“God, Kelly—” His voice broke on my name, raw and rough, and it sent a thrill straight through me.
“Say it again.” I bit lightly at his jaw, desperate for every piece of him.
“Kelly.” This time it was almost a groan, swallowed by my kiss as I drove us faster, hips rocking.
We tangled and wrestled, half-laughing, half-moan, until it tipped over—heat spiraling, the world narrowing to the drag of him against me, the sound of our voices breaking together. Release hit sharp and messy, both of us clinging like we’d drown if we let go.
After, I collapsed against his chest, breathless and laughing, his arms locking tight around me. He kissed my temple, murmuring, “Guess that’s one way to seal a vow.”
I grinned into his skin, still trembling. “Best damn way.”[43]
The laughter faded slowly, leaving only the thrum of our heartbeats and the weight of him under me. I rolled to the side, pulling Emmett with me so we were tangled still, sticky and warm, the sheets kicked halfway down the bed. His breath brushed my collarbone, steadying now, and for a moment I thought I could just stay like this forever—wrapped up in him, the world shut out.
But forever wasn’t guaranteed. Not yet.
“Emmy…” My voice came quieter than I meant, stripped bare. His head lifted, green eyes catching mine in the dim light. “I need to go back to LA first. Tie up loose ends. But when I do…” My throat tightened, but I pushed through. “I want to come back here. To you.”
The silence between us stretched, and I felt him tense, just for a second. Old ghosts, old doubts. Then his hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek like he was memorizing the shape of me.
“Then come back,” he said, voice rough but certain. “Don’t make me wait twenty years again.”
Something in my chest cracked open, wide and certain. I leaned into his touch, breathing him in—soap and sweat and something that felt like home.
I closed my eyes, vow burning hot and sure in my bones. I’m not leaving him behind this time. I’ll fight for this. For him.
Daily To-Do
Order more peaches from farmer’s market
Replace bulb in Room Two’s lamp
Call linen service about late delivery
Restock coffee beans
Wait for Kelly
Chapter 32
Emmett
Six weeks since the airport goodbye. Six of the longest weeks of my life.
