Emma
“Shall we go into my bedroom?”
That’s his question? Should we go into his bedroom? I do my best not to overthink this, but overthinking is what I do. On one hand, I’d be humiliated if Cody walked in while I was shirtless. On the other, going into his bedroom spells a whole lot of trouble. If I go in there, is he expecting sex? Because. No. I’m not having sex with Eli Baxter. At least not yet. I’m not ready.
“Emma?”
“Um…,” I say, still thinking of the pros and cons.
“Em. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Okay?”
I finally look at Eli. “Okay.”
He shakes his head several times. “Just tell me if you want to stop. And I’ll stop.”
Well, kissingisnice but so is having his hands on me. “Okay. Let’s go into your bedroom.”
Eli jumps up so fast it startles me. When he holds his hand out to me, I take it. He helps me sit up, then stand. Before I can stop him, he bends and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder in what they refer to as a fireman’s hold. “Eli!” I screech. “Stop.” God, he’s going to hurt himself.
I watch the ground as he carries me out of the main room, down the hallway, into his bedroom. I hear the door slam shut before I fall backwards. When I hit his mattress, I bounce up and back down. All the while I’m giggling hysterically. “You’re crazy,” I finally say. That is until I see he’s taking off his shirt.
Wow. Wow-wow-wow, Eli Baxter is so freaking perfect. His body is at least.
“Your turn.” He points to the sweater I’m wearing. Before I think too hard, I reach for the bottom and slowly lift it up and off. Luckily, I’ve still got my bra on, mostly. The one side is still pulled down below my nipple. I blush, thinking about being exposed. I’m about to cover it when Eli says, “No. Please. Let me see.”
Carley’s right. Guys are so weird.
I move my hand away and I do it. I let him look.
“Fucking perfect.”
No. I’m definitely not perfect.
Eli steps up to the bed, and places one knee next to my leg. The room is suddenly silent because I think we’re both holding our breath. I know I am. “I’ve fantasized about you, Emma Perkins.”
“You have?” Why does that seem so hard to believe?
“I have. Repeatedly.”
“What’d you fantasize about?”Emma Perkins! What are you doing? You’re asking for trouble, girl.
“Well, you and I were…”
“Were what?” I can’t believe I’m asking him about this.
“We were completely naked.”
Oh. Wow. I’m not ready for that. I don’t think. “Uh-huh.” I want to hear where he’s going with this.
“I was standing right where I am now. Your legs were spread wide.”
Oh. My.Goodness.
“You let me touch, kiss, and lick every inch of that beautiful body of yours.”
Okay, now I know he’s full of crap.Beautiful body? Ha.
“What’d I tell you about rolling your eyes at me, Em? I mean every word.”
