Page 69 of Christmas with Brother's Best Friends
Emma’s face reddens as she glances away from me. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Of course, I’ll worry about it. I care about you.” I step closer to her, coaxing her eyes upward to mine. “I wanted to apologize to you and tell you that Stacy is gone.”
Emma tilts her head at me in confusion. “Gone?”
“After she laughed at you, I kind of exploded on her,” I admit. I don’t feel guilty about that, though. It was deserved. “I told her that I didn’t want to talk to her again. I should’ve cut her off months ago.”
“Why didn’t you? You said you would” Emma asks.
“The connections she could get me,” I reply with a sheepish look on my face. “I was greedy about them. I thought I was doing what was best for SyncUp, but I should’ve just dropped her completely after Christmas. Before that even.”
Emma nods as she listens. “She definitely didn’t like me.”
“Jealous,” I reply as I give her a charming smile. “I wasn’t really discreet about how much I was into you.”
The corners of her mouth quirk up a little as she fights a losing battle with her smile. “What snacks did you bring?”
Relief fills me as she steps to the side so that I can walk into her apartment. I dump various chips and sweets onto her coffee table before sinking down on her couch, watching her pluck up a pack of powdered donuts.
“I love these,” Emma says as she sits next to me and tears the pack open. She bites into one of the donuts, powdered sugar adorning her top lip.
Warmth glows in my chest as I watch her, noticing the weight of her shoulders lessening as she enjoys her donuts. This is a start. As much as I want to ask her what’s going on, I don’t want to ruin this moment. Not when she seems to be somewhat happy.
“I know you do. I watched you take down a whole pack of them at the office a couple of times,” I tell her, making her stifle a laugh. “I think you give Ryan a run for his money when it comes to having a sweet tooth.”
“No one can beat him. Not even me,” Emma assures me before licking her lips.
My eyes follow the gentle swipe of her tongue, an automatic flare of heat burning low within me. I know that tongue is wicked good.
Emma bites into another donut before looking at me. “What?”
I tear my gaze away from her mouth, interrupting my train of thought. “Nothing. You’ve just got a little powdered sugar on your lip.”
Emma finishes the donut before dragging her thumb over her lips, collecting most of the leftover powdered sugar, but not all of it. “Is it gone?”
I chuckle a little and shake my head. “You missed a little right here.”
Emma stays still as I reach over and gently brush the sugar away with my thumb. When I bring my thumb to my mouth to suck the sugar off, her breath hitches.
I lift my eyes to hers, the heat within me lingering. “Not as sweet as how you taste, but good enough.”
Emma exhales sharply, tensing like she wants to move away from me, but she suddenly surges forward instead, her lips colliding with mine.
Just feeling her lips against mine is a dose of ecstasy that I’ve been craving for what feels like an eternity now. It’s been torture not being able to kiss her, and I’m not going to waste a second of this moment.
My tongue breaks past her lips, and she tastes just like sugar. I push my fingers into her hair, my free hand gliding up her leg as she angles her body toward me. “Now that I’ve thought about tasting you, I can’t get it out of my head.”
Emma moans into my mouth in response, her nails grazing the back of my head.
I slide off the couch onto my knees in front of her, my hands already working to tug her shorts and panties off her hips. I drop them next to me before pulling her ass to the edge of the couch, immediately burying my face between her thighs.
Emma gasps and grabs my hair as I run my tongue over her core. Her back arches off the couch, her grip on my hair tightening.
I slide my tongue from her entrance to her clit, feeling her grow wetter as I devour her. She tastes as good as ever, warm and intoxicating. Right now, I can’t care that we agreed not to do this again.
It feels and tastes too damn good to stop.
“Feels so good, Josh,” Emma breathes out as I focus on her clit, making her squirm beneath me in pleasure.
