Page 62 of Beautiful Crazy

“Emmett.” I take her warm hand in mine. My eyes flicker to her fuzzy pink sweater as memories of my hand up her back an hour ago flit through my mind. “That’s a bangin’ sweater. Makes me want to pet your tits.”

Blondie’s eyes practically pop out of her head at my comment. Somehow, I don’t know how, but somehow Emily keeps a straight face after I throw her that curveball. I see her eyes blaze with confidence and it’s fucking sexy. Without asking, she slowly takes my drink from my hands and downs the rest of it.

Holy shit! That is quite the swallow of bourbon.

My brows raise and I suppress a beaming smile as she swallows it down and licks her lips.

“Careful, Emmett. Pet me too hard and I’ll end up on my knees.”

Fucking Christ.

She just made my dick twitch, and she doesn’t even know it.

“Well from the looks of things, you swallow like a champ. Maybe I can offer you a drink.”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Wanna get out of here? Check out what’s next door? I hear there’s a Twister game going on somewhere. That is…if you’re feeling flexible.”

She licks her lips again, this time also trying to stifle a smile. If we were at home, she would be snorting up a storm with her giggles. I’m in awe of her right now. And so ridiculously turned on.

She places a hand on her hip. “You know people are calling it Kamasheetra.”

“Well now I can’t take no for an answer.” Finally, I allow my lip to curl up in a half smile. Much to the disappointment of blondie, I offer Emily my hand. “Shall we?”

She takes my hand but then innocently looks back at blondie and says, “Oh, was I interrupting something between you two?”

“That’s cute,” I chuckle. “But she and I both know she’ll end her night in the arms of the money maker with the whiskey in his hand.” I nod to the guy blondie and I were talking about earlier and then wink at blondie before I turn and lead Emily from the room.”

Once we’re out in the hallway Emily tugs lightly on my hand to get me to stop. “Hold on,” she says, with her phone in hand. “I just need to post these videos quickly.”

She stands against the dimmed hallway wall to do a quick edit on her video before posting to few social media sites. Taking advantage of the darkened area, I cage her in with one hand, the other sneaking up the inside of her sweater and smoothing over her warm soft skin.

“Emmett.” She gasps at my initial touch. “What are you doing?”

“It’s this sweater, Babe,” I murmur in her ear. “It does something to me.”

She clicks away on her phone. “What does it do?”

“It makes me want you.”

“Is that so?”

I lean in and kiss her neck lightly, my fingers still roaming underneath her sweater. “Mmm hmm. And in case you didn’t know, you smell fantastic tonight.”

She giggles as she hits a few more buttons and then finally pockets her phone. “You know, you’re never going to make it through Twister, you big horn ball.”

“Oh, I’ll make it through with ease, Babe. I just like touching you now that I can. I mean, unless you don’t want me to. You’re always allowed to say no.”

She takes my face in her hands and gives me three quick kisses and then takes my hand. “I like it. Come on. Let’s go play.”

She likes it when I touch her.

Noted.

When we enter the room there are twelve Twister mats on the There are two people on one side of the mat, and Emily and I on the other side.

“Welcome players!” the volunteer calls out. “I am your spinster for this game,” he tells us, proudly holding the game spinner up in the air. “Here are your rules! The person standing next to you is your team partner.”

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