After staringatmy reflection for what seemed like hours, I still couldn’t get up the nerve to walk out of the confines of this bathroom.I was tempted to say screw it and throw on my actual pajamas, but IknewRory wanted me.Even without the questions I spewed out at him, I knew it.I mean, his body wasn’t exactly great at hiding it.
But Rory was good at keeping his distance.
After pretty much getting the go-ahead from him, I decided that I was most definitely making my move tonight.When I packed my items earlier, I threw the black teddy set in on a complete whim, making sure to hide it in a bulky sweatshirt just in case Rory would move items to put his own stuff in the bag.
With a deep breath, I consulted my reflection before cracking the door open and calling out for him, my gaze back and locked on my reflection.I sucked in my top lip in thought, battling the urge to throw on my clothes.
“What’s up, Em?”
His voice was still far enough away for me to change my mind.I could do it.I could change my mind.
But what the hell?This wasn’t the first time I gave in to an urge where he was concerned and I’d be damned if I was backing out now.
The man wants you, Emily.
And good intentions, be damned.I was going to have to make this move.
With a nod toward my reflection, I turned my body toward the door.“Can you come here?”
I crossed my ankles then decided that made me look like I had to pee.I crossed my arms, trying to push up when minimal boobage I had, and decided that that was doing nothing for me.Finally, with a hand on my waist, I popped a hip and waited.
I bit down on my lip, nerves racking through my body.
You’re on the same page, Em.Even if he didn’t want you—No.He wants you.
I licked my bottom lip, nervous, and bit it again.Waiting.Waiting.
And then he was there.
And he was staring at me.
And staring more.
My heart pounded in my chest.Was this the right move?
I watched as his green gaze dropped and took me in, inch by slow inch, until finally his eyes locked with mine.“Fuck,” he said on an outward breath.Still, he made no move toward me.
Inwardly I groaned.What the hell happened to men taking the initiative in these things?And while I loved that Rory had made changes in his life, every now and then a girl needed a man to take control of the situation.In that regard, I kind of wish the man whore that was once Rory would show up.Just for tonight.And maybe for forever, so long as it stayed in my arms, my bed, my life.
Before Rory, I had my sexual encounters.High school puppy love, college boyfriends.Drunk sex, sober sex.Around the time I started at O’Gallaghers though, I had been so focused on school that finding time to be with a man was nonexistent.
Sure, Rory had taken control of that first kiss, that first semi-time, but it was probably the only time I had had crazy, uninhibited sex.That vixen wasn’t someone I thought I had in me, but I proved it once—I’d prove it again.
I dropped my hand from my waist and walked toward him slowly, barefoot, my eyes locked on his.With my toes next to his socked ones, I lifted my chin the slightest of inches.
“I want you,” I whispered brazenly.I stretched upward to press my lips to his stubbled chin.“Take me.”
7
Rory
I didn’t needa brightergreen light.
I’d been waiting for this day for a long fucking time, and I was taking what was being offered.
My white hot Emily.
I reached my hand out, cupping the back of her neck, and held her where she was while I dropped my chin and took her lips.Prior to Emily, I loved fucking with chicks much shorter than me but Emily was damn near perfect for me.
