I don’t know that he’d ever let me see him, but with him—it—this close … my mouthwaters, my dick throbbingat the possibility.
Would he let me see him … tease my fingertips over him … feather my lips across his length…
Taste him.
Would I let myself do it?
The fantasy ofhimhas me digging my thigh into the mattress and adding a delicious pressure to the head of my leaking dick.
The involuntary whimper that escapes me makes him jerk.
Shit, shit, shit.
A heavy wave of guilt washes over me and I slowly rise, dragging the blanket the rest of the way over my lap as I straighten.
Precum smears across the inside of my shorts, and it suddenly feelsdirty.
“Sorry,” I mumble, my voice cracked and thick.
Emmett lets loose a deep as shit sigh, like maybe he’s exasperated, and pulls his knee up. “Stop. Please, just stop.”
I snort. “Pretty sure I said the same thing to you at one point.”
“Yeah, well, you told me to fucking stop. So,Idid.”
My gaze snaps to his, the fire in his words lighting up something low in my stomach and pulling up the corner of my lips.
His brows are pinched, his lips pressed thinly, but his eyes …
God, his eyes.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek and fist the blanket to keep myself from reaching out. From smoothing that brow of his and kissing his lips until they’re full and red and—
Never in my life have I been so damn …enthralledby someone. Sodesperateto reach inside his head and know what he hides beneath the armor.
I want to seehim.
Without the mask. The weight.
All of him.
To know what he looks like falling apart beneath the covers of night.
Just as much as I want to know what he’d look like free and wild on the bike he’s trying so hard to learn how to ride.
I clear my throat.
“I’ll stop saying sorry if you help me understand.”
His brow furrows deeper, his lips puckering around his soundless answer.
What?
A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips and his sight flicks to it and back.
“You.”
Chapter 43
