Me
I can’t wait.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
EMMETT
Clipping Blake into the back of my G-Wagon, I slide into the driver’s seat and wait for Billie to finish up stressing over whether she has everything packed for the next couple of days.
“Do you think fifty diapers will be enough?” she asks, dropping into the passenger seat beside me.
Allowing myself to touch this girl is equivalent to a river breaking its banks, and as I take her chin between my fingers and smile against her lips, I realize that the rush of adrenaline every time we kiss is only getting stronger.
“Fifty diapers will be enough.”
We fall into a deep kiss, one I never want to end.
Two nights away is not nearly enough.
“How long will the drive take us?”
Leaning across the center section, I wrap my hand under her perfect ass, so damn tempted to lift her into my lap and reenact all the things we did last night in my bed.
There’s a baby on board, Emmett.
“We’ll be there before lunch,” I say, setting a soft kiss against her forehead.
When I pull back and crank the engine, there are more questions in her eyes.
My lips are back against hers. “What’s eating at you?”
She sighs quietly, soft pieces of hair framing her face. She isn’t wearing an inch of makeup today—mainly because I kept her busy until we were rushing to hit the road.
Her hands are twisting in her lap, and I break them apart and kiss across her knuckles.
“Where’s that anxious brain taking you this time?”
Almost like she’s searching for answers elsewhere, she turns her head to stare out of the windshield. “As soon as I ask you the question, it’s going to sound about as juvenile as it does in my head.” She focuses back on me. “And given that there’s already a huge age gap between us, I’m thinking that I should probably keep my mouth firmly shut.”
I study her for a beat, wondering where the hell this is going.
“Does it honestly feel like we’re fourteen years apart to you? Because other than my aching knee and graying hair”—I narrow my eyes at her—“along with the wooden money in my wallet … it doesn’t feel like we were born in different decades at all.”
She tips her head to one side, and I wait patiently for her response, heart beating a way faster rhythm than before.
“Yeah, that’s true actually. You can be quite immature.”
My fingers tickle her ribs, and she throws her head into the rest, attempting to grab any part of my black henley, desperate for me to grant her a reprieve.
“Okay, okay!” she pleads. “You’re a silver fox and mature gentleman.” She bites down on her bottom lip, mischief twinkling in those pretty green eyes. “Both in and out of the bedroom.”
My jeans tent because I’m a horny fucker for Billie Quinn and her bratty mouth.
“What were you going to ask me before you got in your head about our age difference?”
Her flushed cheeks are a similar crimson to how theywere last night when I pulled a third orgasm from her body. We’re the perfect combination in bed since Billie likes to ride me and I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful figure.
My plan is for her to ride my face as soon as Blake goes down for the night.
