I’ve kissed women since Peyton.
Hell, I kissed womenduringPeyton.
All on screen. All for movie roles. All because it was my job.
Kissing Emma is not my job, but I can’t stop and I don’t want to.
Be fucking brave.
I want to be brave.
Thebravestthings I’ve ever done are on the order ofbeing in public without a security detail.
Kissing Emma isn’tbrave, though.
It’s as necessary as breathing.
And she’s kissing me back, her fingers tracing my jawline while she licks my lower lip, making soft noises that easily translate tomore.
Also different from kissing a woman for my job?
I’m sprouting a raging hard-on.
For this woman that I call my friend, because that’s all I can offer her, and I know that’s all she can offer me.
My back is on fire.
Not as much as it was before she rubbed me down with aloe, but enough that I feel it as I move my arms to wrap them around her.
Her fingers slide up my arms to my neck, staying to my front, not bothering my sunburn.
Howdoes this woman have no idea just how much good she deserves in her life?
She suddenly breaks free and pulls back. “Oh my god, I can’t take advantage of you like this.”
I want to lick her neck and bite her collarbone. “You’re not taking advantage, Emma.”
“Aren’t I?”
“No. Am I?”
Her eyes are so wide and her breath is coming in short pants. “No.”
I lift a brow.
“Promise.” She licks her lower lip, then bites it. “You…were on my freebie list. But now you’re my friend, and I—justI like you. As a person. As a friend. Asyou.”
I can’t stop touching her. I should pull back, slow down, give her space, but dammit,I like her too.
I know I shouldn’t. This can’t go any further.
But it feels so fucking right. “That’s what makes this so easy.”
She leans into me too, her nose brushing my jaw while her delicate hands settle on my chest again. “Can we keep doing what’s easy?”
“You tell me when it stops being easy.”
She kisses my cheek. Again. And again. Moving until she’s kissing my lips, her hands making slow, easy strokes up and down my chest.
