Page 119 of Liar's Point

He kissed her, hard, and relief surged through her as she felt all that energy that told her he wanted this—at least in this moment—just as much as she did. He eased over her, nudging her good leg open with his and settled his weight on her, and she moaned at the heavy heat of him. She ran her hands down his muscular back. He felt so good, every part of him, and she wished she could get on her knees and run her hands over his entire body.

He kissed his way down, pausing to give attention to her breasts—which he seemed to really like, if his approving groan was any indication—before sliding lower. She felt her sunflower shorts gliding down her legs, along with her underwear, and she sat up to watch as he carefully slid them over her boot with a look of intense concentration.

She laughed.

“What?” he asked, dropping her clothes to the floor.

“Just—nothing. You looked so serious.”

His gaze moved over her, and all humor evaporated as the reality of what they were doing crashed over her. She was naked. With Emmet. He was drinking in the sight of her like he wanted to memorize everything.

He crawled over her and planted his elbows above her shoulders.

“You are so hot.” He kissed her mouth, then her chin, then her neck, and butterflies swarmed in her stomach as he made his way down her body.

“Emmet.”

He kept going, and she touched his shoulder.

“Emmet.”

But he wasn’t listening, and then she felt his hot mouth and nearly shot off the bed.

“Oh my God.” She gripped his shoulders. “Emmet.”

“Shh,” he said, but it was more like a breath of air on her thigh, and then his mouth was back, making her crazy.

She needed him to stop. Soon. She wanted him with her when she came. But he was so intent on what he was doing, and so good at it, that she couldn’t form words. The tension started to build inside her, and she felt a twinge of panic that this was going to be over much too fast, and she squeezed his shoulder.

“Emmet, please. Wait.”

He kissed his way back up her body. “You want me to stop?”

“No, just—I want you with me.”

He gazed down at her. “Got it.”

He sat up and reached for his jeans on the floor, and she heard him ripping open a condom. He didn’t need it really, but she kept her mouth shut as he got rid of his boxers.

And then the mattress shifted as he moved between her legs again.

“I don’t want to hurt your ankle.”

“You won’t. Come here.” She rested her hands on his waist and eased him toward her, and his gaze locked on hers as he adjusted her leg and pushed himself inside her. Oh my God. Sensation flooded every nerve ending as he pressed deeper than she’d ever thought possible.

“Nicole?” His voice was strained.

She made a little squeak that didn’t even sound like her, and he started to pull away.

“No.” She hooked her good leg around his hip and pulled him closer. “I like it.”

Heat flared in his eyes, and then he was moving over her, watching her intently with those hazel eyes, as though he needed to see her reaction to everything. She ran her hands over his back, loving his warm skin and the flexing of his muscles under her fingers.

“Oh...”

“You like that?” His breath was hot against her ear.

She tried to respond, but her ability to form words was rapidly disappearing. She pulled him closer with every surge as the need inside her built and built until her vision started to blur. This was Emmet. Emmet, whose body she’d known so well for so long, but she’d never known him like this. Being fused together with him felt both strange and totally natural at the same time. Everything he did felt so amazingly good, and the hazy look in his eyes told her he felt it, too.

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