Page 36 of All I Need (Hearts of the South)
Against her will, she smiled, her lips moving against his throat.
He tangled his hand in her hair, massaging her scalp.
She opened her eyes, but all she could see was the too-close, blurry line of his chin. “This is weird.”
A noncommittal sound that rumbled under her nose was his only reply.
“I’m serious.” A milder form of the familiar panic tried to stir to life. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You said that last night.” He draped his other hand over her hip and squeezed. “You’ll notice I did know what to do.”
“That is not what I meant.” She wedged her hands between them and tried to ease away.
“Stop.” He kept her close with a ridiculous lack of effort. “Stop pulling away and stop overthinking everything. Just be for now.”
Just be. Seriously? She didn’t have the right angle to elbow him or she would.
He trailed a hand along her side, from hip to the indention of her waist to the curve of her breast and back down again. “You’re not going to relax.”
“I can’t.” She absolutely detested the desperate note in her voice. She knew how crazy all this was, but she couldn’t handle being out of control. Not again.
He tightened his fingers on her hip, then heaved a rough sigh. “All right, you want to know what to do? I’ll tell you. You do today with me. We do today. Then we do tomorrow.”
“That is insane.”
“Not any more insane than ‘hey, let’s be friends and have sex’.” He shifted to rest on his elbow, an ironic twist to his mouth. “That worked real well for us.”
“I don’t—”
He kissed her, opening his mouth to swallow the protest. His tongue tangled with hers, and with that hand at her hip, he urged her closer. The kiss turned teasing, his tongue darting and retreating, and he pressed his thigh between her legs. He pulled her into him and danced his fingers over her labia. The light touch melted her all over so an ache pooled in her lower belly.
“You want today with me.” He whispered the words into her mouth. “You do.”
The hell of it was she did.
“Tell me you do.” He ran one gentle fingertip up and down again. “Say it.”
She couldn’t bring herself to admit it aloud.
“Savannah.” He slipped his fingers into her folds and found the opening to her vagina. She ached for his touch, feeling open and swollen. “Tell me.”
She could barely think, the sensations coiling and building when he delved inside her, the heel of his palm pressing against her clitoris.
“Emmett.” His name fell from her lips on a torn whisper. He’d barely touched her—a couple of kisses, his hand on her, and she was ready to come all over him.
“You want today.” He caught her mouth with his. “With me.”
“I do.” She breathed the admission, and he pressed harder, palm grinding against her clit, fingers curled inside her to press into the front wall of her vagina. Her climax was instantaneous and explosive, and she screamed into his mouth, the sound lost in his deep chuckle. Breathless, she dissolved into his arms, and he laughed against her temple. His half-hard penis brushed her thigh. She lifted a hand to push her tangled hair away from her face and tried to catch her breath.
Relaxed into him, she let a touch drift across the head of his erection. He hissed in a breath, but stilled her hand.
“Not yet. Right now, we’re about what you need. You need today.” He nuzzled her temple. “And you need me. We’ll work it out.”
They’d work it out. She decided not to touch that statement or its implications.
Somewhere on the floor, her phone jangled to life with the theme toSnow White. She scrambled for the rectangle, finding it in the interior pocket of her discarded yoga pants.
“You have a princess ring tone?” Emmett sat up, scratching the top of his head.
