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“No, seriously. Just assume you can ask me for anything. If it bothers me, or if I can’t do it, I will let you know. Okay? I’m being completely straight with you rightnow.”
She bites her lip softly, and I feel my mouth go dry. But I wait quietly, and finally she says, “Actually, there is onething…”
She asks me to do something I actually wanted to do anyway—check her house for intruders, since she didn’t have time to properly lock up. Once I get some tea in her and she’s feeling well enough, we go back to her frontdoor.
“I’ll go in first,” I insist. “Trail back at least a fewpaces.”
She nods obediently and I give her a smile.Good girl.I have to force myself away from wondering if she takes direction just as well inbed.
I clear each room, checking everywhere a human could hide, before letting Emmeline into it. The house is only ten rooms, including the finished attic and both bathrooms. It doesn’t take long to find ... absolutelynothing.
And that’s a goodthing.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I tell her as I return to her. “Allclear.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs again. “I don’t know what I would have done without you here.” She sniffles, and I see tears start to gleam on her cheeksagain.
“Hey,” I say softly, moving forward to lay my hands on her shoulders as we stand in the upper hallway. “Don’t you think about that, because I was here. I’ll always be here,sweetheart.”
She smiles through her tears, and I hug her against me again. It feels so fucking good to hold her. The smell of her hair, that jasmine perfume, her warmth, the way she shivers against me. How long has it been since I’ve had a woman in my arms that I actually care for?Years. SinceMary.
She makes a sudden, soft sound of pleasure, and I don’t fully know why until I realize I’m totally absorbed in the warm, wet softness of her full lips against mine. Her body arches up against me, breasts pushing into my chest through my shirt, and I feel my cock stir to life as my grip on hertightens.
She’s clinging to me, trembling, her body pressed urgently against mine. That jasmine perfume mixes with the faint musk of her body, enticing me further. I know without a doubt that she wants this. But ... why is she trembling sohard?
I break the kiss very reluctantly and look down at her, murmuring, “You all right,sweetheart?”
“Just a little dizzy,” she admits, looking a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’ve actually never done thisbefore.”
My mind and body immediately go into total war against each other as I realize she’suntouchedas well as untrained. I might be her first real crush ever—maybe even her firstkiss.
She’s scared and overwhelmed, exhausted ... and entirely new at this. I’m not going to take advantage—no matter how badly I wanther.
Instead, I stroke her loose hair back from her face as I smile down at her. “We’ll take things slow, then. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortablewith.”
My cock aches for her, but I force myself to loosen my grip. I will keep my word. I will let her set the pace, gently pushing at her limits, not bulldozingthem.
I see the relief hiding in her smile, and the trust, and I know that I have made the rightchoice.
Chapter7
Emmeline
I’ve never experienced a kiss like that in my life. I’ve been kissed impulsively by men before, but not the kind of deep, passionate embrace that I’ve been dreaming about for months. My whole body tingles; every inch of my attention collapses inward toward the feel of his mouth on mine. I don’t even remember when I start clinging to him, but I know for certain that I would be a puddle on the floor if it weren’t for his arms aroundme.
When I get overwhelmed, it embarrasses me. The flood of sensation, this unexpected closeness, the passion in his kiss, all of it feels incredible—but there’s too much pleasure, naked and raw, so much that it edges on pain. Nerve endings that have never been used tingle uncomfortably as my heart pounds and I start to lose control ofmyself
He shocks me with his understanding, and offers to take it slow. I’m breathless and shaky as I nod my agreement. When he leaves my house, I lie awake for hours, remembering the taste of hismouth.
I let myself sleep in a little, knowing that I’m safe and that no matter what happens, Shayla can’t get at me right now. Even if she pays her bail, she’s being watched by thepolice.
My alarm wakes me again at seven thirty. I feel bleary and fog-headed from the lack of sleep, but we’re due at the police precinct at nine, and I have to getready.
In the shower, the hot water stinging my skin reminds me so much of how I felt with Carl that it makes me dizzy. That kiss is going to haunt me for weeks. It’s a welcomememory.
I’m smiling as I make my way downstairs. Carl hasn’t messaged me yet, but it’s eight thirty and I’m sure he will soon. I’m so happy and relieved to have his help—and to have felt his kiss—that I don’t even look through the peephole when the doorbell rings. I just pull the dooropen.
A total stranger is standing on the otherside.
