Page 35 of Stolen Dreams

Me: We just finished doing shots.

Emmett: Why are you such a pain in my ass?

Me: Because then you won’t be able to ignore me.

Emmett: Trust me, I could never ignore you.

I put the phone down when my stomach feels like it’s going to flip over.We finish the movie, and she yawns.“How about you take a bath and get ready for bed?”She doesn’t argue with me, and I look down to see it’s been an hour since his text.

Lucy comes out and says good night to me and goes back into her room while I turn to something on the television, lying down.I close my eyes for what feels like a second when I hear the sound of two truck doors slamming.

I get off the couch, not willing to let him see that I fell asleep while watching his daughter.I start to walk to the front door when it’s pushed open, and I see Bobby walking beside Emmett.“He’s good,” Bobby tells me, “just making sure that he?—”

“I’m fine,” Emmett retorts, and Bobby quickly escapes, closing the door behind him.“I’m fine.”He tosses his keys on the table, and they slide off.I roll my lips not to laugh at him as he huffs and bends down to pick them up.

“You look fine,” I reply, noticing his eyes look different.He definitely smells like he’s had a couple of shots.“Why don’t you—” I point over my shoulder as he walks to the kitchen.He pulls open the fridge, grabs a bottle of water, and twists the top.

“How was tonight?”he asks, taking a big gulp from it, and all I can do is watch the way his Adam’s apple moves up, and I suddenly think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.“Hello,” he says, putting the bottle on the counter and then stretching his other hand to the side.

I blink my eyes a couple of times.“It was fine, all good.”I clear my throat.“I was a bit cold, which is why I took the blanket.”

“Shit, you should have gotten a sweater from my room.”He turns to walk into his bedroom, and I stand here watching him.I close my eyes and shake out my hands when I hear him call my name, “Lilah.”I look toward the hallway to his bedroom, wondering if I should go to him or stay there.I’m debating when he calls my name again, “Lilah.”

I walk toward his dark room, my stomach feeling like it’s going to go into my throat, and the back of my neck feels like it’s burning.Getting to the door of his bedroom, I stop and take a deep breath before I walk in.He’s there in his bedroom, sitting on the side of his bed with a sweater in his hands.“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”He chuckles.“I got you a sweater.”He holds up his hand, and I nervously walk into the darkened room with the big king-sized bed in the middle of it.He fiddles with the sweater in his hand, and it falls.I bend to pick it up at the same time that he does.Both of us hold the sweater and are now face-to-face.“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” I return softly to him.His hand comes off the sweater to push the hair behind my ear.“Did you have fun?”I don’t want to move out of his touch.My heartbeat echoes in my ears, but it’s dim compared to the way my breath is coming out in pants.

“Would have had more fun if you were there,” he declares, and the air I had in my lungs feels like it’s been taken from my body.I instantly stand, the sweater in my hands falling to my feet.“You fucking drive me crazy.”His words feel like they hurt him when he says them.“You’ve been driving me crazy for a while.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”I ask, standing between his legs, afraid to move even a muscle.

He stands up, stoic.“It’s a very bad fucking thing,” he grumbles, his hands coming up.One of them grips the side of my head while the other gets buried in my hair.“It’s a bad fucking thing when all I can think about is how you taste.”He closes the distance between us.“All I want is to taste you again and again.”

I tilt my head to the side, waiting for him to kiss me, needing him to kiss me.“You aren’t the only one,” I whisper right before his mouth is on mine.His tongue sweeps into my mouth.The taste of whiskey on his lips makes me groan even more.My hands fist his T-shirt.The kiss is unlike any other kiss I’ve ever had before.This time, it’s so needy that it erases all thoughts from my brain.

The only thing that enters my mind is getting closer to him.My hand roams up his chest and into his hair, wanting to touch him everywhere, and I mean everywhere.“Fuck,” he hisses when he lets go of my lips, and his mouth moves down to my jaw and then to my neck.His tongue comes out to trail it.“You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t even think about.”

My eyes close as I feel him suck my neck and then bite it, lost in the moment, lost in him, wanting this moment never to end.I say the words I’ve only said in my dreams, “Show me.”

ChapterTwenty

EMMETT

Walking into the house had been a little bit of a blur, trying to calm myself from being alone with her in my house while at the same time trying to tell myself that I should just let her leave.It had been a while since I’ve been out.A while since I’ve come into this bar as a single man without a care in the world.Now I was a man with a daughter, who was right at that instant at home with the woman I’ve been doing nothing but aching to feel against me.It was beyond frustrating, to the point where I would look forward to the weekends so I wouldn’t feel like I was standing on a tightrope in the middle of the Grand Canyon, knowing I would plummet down with just one push or touch.

She stands with me in my bedroom, a place where, besides Lucy, no one but me has entered, and now her.The minute I got the sweater for her and called her name was the same minute that I knew that nothing would be the same.Then add in she puts her hands on me, my mouth on hers, her tongue mixed with mine.It’s almost as if it’s game over for me.Her hand flutters over my neck and then into my hair.

“Fuck,” I hiss, fighting it all, trying to fight it back.Then she turns her face to the side, and I see her neck, her perfect fucking neck.My mouth moves down to her jaw and then to her neck.My tongue trails the path to the part where I can feel her heart beating.Where I can feel it’s beating as fast as mine.Where I can’t help but to suck in her skin.“You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t even think about,” I finally admit.The words come out, and I’m so lost in her that I can’t stop them.I don’t know if I even want to stop them.I bite her, wanting her to step away from me, needing her to put a stop to this insanity.

She takes a deep inhale, and I’m waiting for the words fuck off to come out of her mouth.Instead, she looks me dead in the eyes and says the two words I’ve longed for her to say to me.“Show me.”

That is all she needs to say, all the permission I need.Gone is the doubt, and in its place is the need and lust that follows it.I grip her hips in my hands, turning her and pushing her onto my bed.Lilah in my bed is a gift I will never understand.My hands move to push up her T-shirt at the same time as I pull her bra cup down, wishing the lights in my room were on so I could see everything and take it into my memory.All I have is the moonlight streaming in the three big bay windows around the bedroom.My fingers roll her nipple right before her back arches and my mouth latches on to her.As her back arches up, her soft moans now fill the room.Her hand goes to the back of my neck as she puts a foot down on my bed and then pushes up to get more of her nipple into my mouth.Her body is on fire, and when I look up at her, I see her head is in the bed, and her neck is also arching.I twirl my tongue around her nipple before I suck it back into my mouth, my hand pushing the other side of her shirt up and pulling both cups down.Her T-shirt sits on the top of her tits while her bra pushes them up.My mouth moves from one nipple to the next one.I bite down this time before sucking it into my mouth, my cock straining to get out and into her.I move up between her legs, my mouth covering hers as I kiss her.

“Emmett,” she says my name as she brings the other leg up and wraps it around my hip.My cock rubs right where it wants to be buried.Her gasp comes out in a moan.“Emmett.”She pushes herself into me more.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I urge her softly, taking her head in my hands as I kiss her face.Her hands go to my hips as she grips me so I don’t move.“Tell me what you need from me.”My eyes search hers, and for a moment, I want to give her everything I have.For a moment, I want to be stuck in this time and never escape from it.For a moment, I want to believe I deserve to have it all.

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