Page 73 of That One Night
“There are a couple of bills that you need to pay here,” she said, pointing at a few papers with red sticky notes on them. “And the rest can probably be thrown in the trash.”
His jaw felt tight. He didn’t like that she’d done this. He didn’t like her knowing that he couldn’t cope with this stuff. It made him feel small. Like the kid he once was, wishing he could learn as easily as his brothers. Hating that he was letting people down.
Acting up, because if he was gonna be called an idiot, he might as well earn the damn title.
“Emery…”
“It’s just paperwork,” she murmured. “You’ve done so much for me. My list. Last night…”
“You did a lot for me last night too,” he reminded her. The memory of her lips on his body made him shift on the swing. She took a long breath, her pink lips parted, like she could read his mind.
“You wanna come here?” he asked. Because he didn’t want to talk about paperwork. Or about anything, really. He wanted to touch her. Wanted to feel her.
He’d always preferred action to talk.
Maybe she felt the same, because the words were barely out of his mouth before she was clambering on top of his lap. Her bare legs on either side of his denim clad thighs, her chest pressed against his. For a moment all he could feel was wonder. And the pulse of need that was more insistent, throbbing as she looked at him, her wide eyes locked on his.
He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her tank. Assessing his options, he tried to find the resolve to take this slow even though all he wanted to do was throw her over his shoulders and carry her to his bed.
Everything about her was beautiful. When was the last time anybody had done anything as sweet as going through paperwork for him? He had no idea. All he knew was he needed to show her his appreciation.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” she murmured. Impatience was written all over her face. He liked that way too much. She was needy and he was the man who was ready to fulfil that need.
Before he could answer she pulled her tank over her head, exposing her upper body to the evening air. A smile pulled at his lips at her sudden bravery.
“So pretty,” he murmured, kissing her throat. His hands spanned her bare waist, moving her closer. He kissed a trail to the swell of her chest where her bra pushed her sweet breasts up. She let out a gasp and his smile widened.
He palmed her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples against the rough palm of his hands. Then he dipped his thumb inside the lace cups, seeking them out, teasing them, pinching them until Emery whimpered.
Pushing her bra down to expose them, he dipped his mouth, capturing a nipple between his lips. He licked, the taste of her like nectar against his tongue. His ministrations made her breath hitch as he sucked her in, then he scraped his teeth against the hard nub until she started to rock her hips.
“Oh.” She tipped her head back as he moved to her other breast, her hands moving to his hair, her fingers threading through the strands. She kept his mouth pressed against her, like she could never get enough.
Yeah, well, neither could he. He lifted his head, kissing her softly. “Shall we go inside?” he murmured. Mostly because yes, she was turned on right now, but she was also a good girl at heart. He didn’t want her to feel exposed out here, even if they were all alone.
Her mouth opened, and she pulled her swollen bottom lip between her teeth. “We could stay here…” she trailed off, her cheeks pinking up.
And fuck if that didn’t make him even more excited. His good girl wanted to be bad.
“What if Frank comes out?” he asked, teasing her now, because Frank had disappeared behind the shed, like he was bored with them. But the rush of endorphins was making him feel heady. Like he wanted to make her laugh and make love to her at the same time.
“Fuck Frank.”
The way she said it made him laugh out loud.
“I’m serious, Hendrix. Stop teasing. I’m desperate here. You’re all I’ve been able to think about all day.”
His eyes caught hers and he felt a little thud in his chest. Like something had broken and been fixed at the same time.
Reaching behind her, he unfastened her bra, pulling it off her slim arms, and throwing it to the deck.
“This is the second time I’ve seen you half naked outside like this,” he told her. “The last time kept me warm for weeks.”
Her cheeks pinked up at the memory of him seeing her post skinny dipping. “The way you looked at me kept me warm for weeks, too.”
He didn’t think he could get any harder. But the thought of her touching herself, thinking of him, was more potent than any aphrodisiac. He let out a groan, kissing her again, his tongue teasing hers as he reached for the waistband of her shorts.
“You first,” she whispered, tugging at his t-shirt. He lifted his arms, making it easier for her to tug the fabric over his head, throwing it on the porch next to her bra.
