“Thanks. I guess if I stayed in Montana for stretches of time, I could. It’s relaxing.”
“For you, it’s relaxing. For me, it’s high anxiety.” Emery leans her head against my chest.
A few seconds later, she sits back up and curses as she fiddles with her hair.
“Michael?”
I turn toward her. “Yeah?”
“The buckle on my waders is stuck in my hair. Can you help?”
“Sure.” As I work on extracting her hair from the buckle, her scent engulfs me.
Vanilla and floral mixed with danger.
Our pact of no strings was supposed to help me make sure I played it safe.
But every moment I spend with Emery makes it clear that she is the opposite of safe.
She feels like the biggest risk I could take.
And despite my mind warning me over and over to back off…
I can’t.
I want her.
I like her.
And the more time we spend together, the more I worry I could actually feel the most dangerous emotion of all.
Need.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Emery
Michael shifts abruptly and covers my mouth with his.
My heart drops into my stomach as our lips collide. I literally feel like I’m on a roller coaster soaring downhill. I’m justsoattracted to this man.
We make out for a while.
Justkissing. Yes, there’s tongue. And it’s hot.
But still…it’s just kissing.
That’s not what a casual relationship is usually about.
With casual, it tends to be straight to the main event so both participants can get off. Honestly, in my last relationship, which was not supposed to be casual, that’s all it ever was, though I missed enjoying the main event most nights. As long as my ex got off, that was all he cared about.
But Michael’s tongue is tangling with mine, and his hands are caressing my face like I’m the most precious person in the world. Inhisworld.
I kiss him back like he’s my last breath and I need him to live.
Our make-out session is urgent and emotional.
After a long while, our waders end up piled next to us on the grass. The rest of our clothes follow until we’re both naked and lying on the picnic blanket where Michael’s bracing himself over me. Until…
