I turn my wrist and clasp her hand into mine. “Deal.”
“Thanks for under—” she starts, but that chemistry she was talking about just now, it’s way too powerful for me to ignore. Impulse and instinct take over. My other hand quickly lifts to her shoulder, and I pull her in close covering her mouth with mine for a firm kiss I didn’t plan out. I part the seam of her lips with my tongue and invade her mouth, our teeth clashing as we follow our baseurges.
The sound of her clipped breath, that moan she lets out as I take her mouth, they all tell me she wants what I offered. And when her hands grip my biceps and pull me closer I know without a doubt. The kiss is rougher than usual, more demanding, more urgent than any other time I’ve planted one on a woman. And it’s probably because this may be the first and last one with her, though I have my doubts, considering she’s admitted to feeling our mutualattraction.
The insistent honking of a nearby car horn pulls me back to reality. I straighten from the kiss. An affected Emily leans back in her chair, her breathing raspy and full ofneed.
“Wow,” she breathes out and runs slender fingers over her lips. They’re a bit swollen, and her lipstick is smeared, mostly all gone now. Her hands reach up and nervously tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ears. “That wasunexpected.”
“I wanted to do that since the second I saw you last night,” I admit. “I should let you go now before…before things getpersonal.”
She reaches for her car door and pulls her bag over one shoulder. “You’re probablyright.”
“Let me walk you up to yourplace.”
She shakes her head and looks over at me, one foot already out the door. “That’s probably not the best idea. But thanks for offering. I’ll befine.”
“Allright.”
“Enjoy your night, Dylan. Have a safe ridehome.”
She makes it in through the front doors of her walk-up apartment building, and after a minute, I drive off. After that kiss, we’re fooling ourselves to think there won’t be an encore before a few days are up, let alone a fewweeks.