Page 251 of There's No Us Without You
This is going to be harder than I thought it would be.
Talk about blue balls.
Emerson whistles as he walks towards her, only a slight limp left in his stride. “Damn, baby. Give us a spin.”
Eden bites the side of her bottom lip, hands on her full hips as she slowly turns in a circle. Her arse is hugged perfectly, the dress barely coming to her mid-thigh.
A deep groan vibrates in my chest when Emerson darts his tongue out to lick his lips, grabs the back of Eden’s neck, and pulls her against his chest. Their mouths are just millimetres apart, Eden’s eyes wide as she stares up at our boy.
“Missed you,” he says, before pressing his lips to hers.
For a moment, I wasn’t sure how she’d react to Emerson’s boldness—it’s not like we’re all one big happy family again.
Instead, Eden melts against him, her hands running up his chest, over his broad shoulders, to the back of his neck, where she threads her fingers through his dark curls.
Goddamn, I see why Emerson likes to watch now.
All I can do is wait until they’ve finished reconnecting. If things go to plan, there’ll be plenty of reconnecting tonight. Right now, though, I need to get this over and done with before I have a fucking heart attack.
My hands have never been as sweaty as they are right now.
Emerson is the first to pull away, a grin splitting his face. “Better go say hi to Will,” he says, nodding in my direction.
Eden slides her gaze over to me. Her cheeks are flushed, her red lipstick a little smudged in the best way. Emerson takes her hand and leads her over to where I’m sitting in the middle of the room.
I stand and hold a hand out to her. “Come.”
Eden glances at Emerson, who just nods, that grin still on his adorable face. She takes a deep breath and slides her hand into mine, the warmth of it heating my skin.
“Do I get one of those too?” I raise an eyebrow and tug her to my chest, wrapping an arm around her waist.
With my hand on her arse, I dig my fingers into her soft flesh and press my lips to hers. She tastes like mint and Emerson, the flavour of him now burned into my brain.
Eden moans into my mouth, and parts her lips for me. Her tongue caresses mine in a slow dance until we’re both breathless.
It’s only when Emerson clears his throat, that Eden pulls away.
“Arsehole,” I say under my breath.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves a hand dismissively. “There’s plenty of time for making up. I’m hungry.” Frowning, his lips squeezed together, he nods once to the piece of paper on the table.
Eden laughs, turning to Emerson now sitting on a chair, an ankle crossed over the opposite knee. “I see some things haven’t changed. You’re always hungry.”
“And if I don’t eat soon, I’ll have to resort to throwing you on this table and devouring that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Fucking hell, Emerson,” I say, shaking my head and pinching the bridge of my nose.
I don’t need a visual to go with my already throbbing cock.
“What?” Emerson folds his arms over his chest, and pouts.
Literally fucking pouts.
He’s like a goddamn pubescent teenager.
Maybe he is more brat than I give him credit for.
Pulling my focus from the frustrating man in front of me, I pat the chair opposite him. “Eden, come here. We need to talk.”
