“Fine,” I sigh. “I’ll go in tomorrow.”
“Nope.” Emmett scoops me up into his sweaty arms, laying me against his hard chest. “You’re going now.”
“Emmett!” I hiss as he carries me into the house. “Put me down!”
“And risk you falling?” he snorts. “I think not.”
He places me on the couch, and I stare up at him with an annoyed glare.
I’m not actually annoyed. It felt nice having his hands on me.
“You’re cute when you're angry,” he chuckles, and boops me on the nose, making me scowl for real. “Now, where’s your purse?”
“Over there,” I grumble, pointing to the table.
He jogs over, swipes my phone and purse before coming back to me.
“Really?” I groan as he picks me up again.
“Shhhh,” he laughs. “Just take it like a good girl.” He winks.
Dear mother of god. My cheeks blaze, and I know, I just fucking know he smells how much his words affect me.
Emmett is a sweetheart, though, and he doesn’t show any signs that he does as he carries me out of the house.
“Hold onto my neck,” he tells me.
“Huh?”
“Just do it,” he laughs.
Rolling my eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing myself closer to him, our faces an inch apart.
He smells good. So damn good. Even over the sweat, I can smell his sweet maple syrup scent.
Would it be wrong of me to lick him right now?
What is wrong with me?
I’ve never been this horny in my life. I don’t like it.
Using one hand to support my legs, he uses the arm that was around my back to take my keys and lock the door before wrapping it back around me.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”
He just grins, carrying me down my front steps to his truck.
It’s a nice upgrade from that shitty rust bucket he came into town with. It’s not a newer model, but he’s proud of it. I remember how hard he worked to save up for it and how proud he was when he finally had enough to purchase it with cash.
Emmett places me in the passenger side before jogging over to the driver's side. “They might not even have time to see me today,” I tell him as he pulls out of my driveway.
He shoots me a look. “Lex, you own the town. Do you think they won’t drop what they’re doing to see you?”
“Doesn’t mean I want them to.”
“Your stubborn side is normally sexy, but right now, you’re driving me nuts, crazy woman. You will not put your health on the back burner, do you hear me?” His words are firm as his eyes stay on the road.
My eyes widen, and I gape at him. Why is bossy Emmett just as sexy as sweet, caring Emmett?
