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I hate knowing she’s in the next room and I’m not holding her.

Get the girl, Emmett.

It’s time.

Psyching myself up, I lift myself off my bed, still wrapped in my towel, and stand outside Emily’s door listening as hard as I can in hopes that maybe she’s in there talking to Lola and I can at the very least, invite myself in to sleep next to her tonight. Much to my relief she’s awake, though it’s not the sound of her talking to Lola I hear.

It’s a weak sound but when it’s accompanied by a long sigh and faint moan, I know exactly what she’s up to, and I can’t let it go on any longer without me.

Chapter 13

Emily

Emmett never said anything about what we might do after our showers, so I can only assume he’s ready for bed as his morning starts much earlier than mine. It’s a bit of a let-down really. After our fun night of flirting, I was sure he would want to make out at the very least. I want to be angry at him for winding me up tonight and then letting me just go to bed alone, but in all honesty, I did this to myself.

I flirted with Emmett. I kissed him. I danced with him. I played Twister with him. Those were my choices. For all I know he’s in that shower right now trying to wash away his displeasure that I wanted to get a shower in the first place.

Really, I just wanted a shower so I could be clean for our first time.

I thought tonight might be our first time.

I was hoping for it.

But instead, I hear him leave the bathroom and head to his own room rather than coming in here to be with me.

Damn.

I lie in my bed a few minutes, listening, hoping, wondering if I should walk myself in there and make a move. I’m all but certain he wouldn’t turn me away…unless he has talked himself out of being with me.

Ugh. Why is this so hard?

Should this be easy if it’s what we both want?

Frustrated, I close my eyes and breathe, resigning myself to the fact I’ll be sleeping alone again tonight.

Maybe this weekend’s wedding will help set the mood and we can try this all again.

But for now…

I roll over and open my bedside drawer, pulling my favorite purple vibrator from inside. With any luck I’ll be able to take the edge off a little and fall asleep at least slightly satiated.

Tomorrow is another day.

My lights off, I turn on my bedroom lamp so I can keep an eye on Lola if need be. The last thing I need is her coming to investigate the mysterious buzzing sound.

I turn on the soft silicone shaft and go through all the different speeds before settling on one I like and work the vibrator between my legs. Instantly the hum of the buzz and the lull of the slow vibrations calm my body while bringing certain nerve endings to attention. Closing my eyes I picture Emmett in my mind, settling himself between my legs, and spoiling me until I scream.

“Mmm, come and get me, Emmett…” His name is a whisper of a moan from my lips.

And then my bedroom door swings open and there he stands in all his near naked glory. Emmett Fox, with a towel tied around his waist, his eyes earnestly connecting with mine. Shocked by his entrance, I squeeze my legs together under my sheets but why the hell don’t I think to turn off the vibrator first?

Buzzz

Oh, my God!

Shit!

What do I…?

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