Page 8 of Sinful Promise

“Uh, I think that’s just called being a sinner.”

“Oh, I havemanysins to repent,” I murmur in her ear.

Emily’s throat bobs, and I chuckle quietly to myself.

I’m desperate to make a move, and finally get my hands on her after all this time. I want nothing more than to sink my fingers into the soft curve of her waist, or to pull down the scrap of material that covers her breasts and take one of her peaked nipples in my mouth.

My cock twitches in my pants at the images playing out in my mind, as if to remind me of the fact that I haven’t slept with a woman in months.

As we come to a stop outside the entrance to her apartment building, I take a moment to admire her.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and glances shyly up at me under her lashes. There’s an innocence to her I find refreshing.

Usually, if I approached a girl in a bar and offered to walk her home, we would have barely made it to the back alley before she was ripping open my pants, and I was fucking her against the wall.

Not that I’m complaining. I’m all for some quick and dirty sex.

But not with Emily.

When I imagine sex with Emily, we’re tangled up in bed, where I can easily spend hours with my head between her thighs. I would wear her out so much that she would drift off to sleep in my arms with a smile on her face.

That’s how it should be with Emily.

When we first met at Zara and Dimitri’s wedding, I was honestly surprised that we didn’t hook up that night, considering the fact that we spent the whole evening sitting in the corner of the ballroom drinking champagne straight out of the bottle.

A few times, I thought she was going to make a move, but then the night ended, and we went our separate ways.

Perhaps it was for the best. We can’t ignore the fact that my brother is married to her sister, so our lives are permanently tied together.

That is, until Zara decides she’s had enough of Dimitri. I’m honestly surprised she’s put up with him for this long.

The guy is a massive pain in the ass.

So instead, Emily and I have become friends over the last few years.

I’ve learned that not only is she beautiful, but she’s kind and funny and fiercely loyal to her family. All qualities that I didn’t know I looked for in a woman.

Getting to know her on a deeper level has only confirmed my feelings for her, but now we’re too far into our friendship to do anything about it. The thought of making a move and her not feeling the same way seems like too big of a risk.

I don’t want to lose her, or my friendship with her. It’s too important to me.

Her eyes are on her feet as she turns to me. “Thanks for walking me home. You didn’t have to do that.”

Why isn’t she looking at me?

Emily isn’t usually shy around me like this, and I’m desperate to know what she’s thinking.

“I wanted to. Believe it or not, Mullens, I like spending time with you.”

The way her cheeks turn slightly pink has me feeling a little smug.

“Do you want to come in? We could watchGodfather IIif you wanted… I know you prefer it to the first one.” She looks up at me under her eyelashes, and something like hope flashes in them.

Is that why she’s acting so shy? She wants me to come up?

“Uh…” I want to say yes. So bad.

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