“Your dad knows we’re sleeping together.”
“Oh my god!” She pushed away from him. “You have to stop touching me.”
“Why?”
“Because we’ve been together for two weeks.”
“Emme, we’ve known each other more than half our lives.”
“We hadn’t seen each other for fifteen years.”
“So?” His stare was assessing. “What’s really going on?”
She rubbed her forehead. “I’ve never been comfortable ‘being’ with a guy in front of my parents. Even when I was married, we kept public displays of affection to a minimum.” She shook her head. “I’m not even sure why, to be honest. Mom and Dad are always hugging and touching each other.”
“I understand wanting to respect your parents, especially in their house. But me not touching you? That’s not going to happen.” He pulled her closer and locked his arms around her. “Your dad told me to call him Emmard.”
She stilled. “He did?”
“Yeah. Why’re you surprised by that?”
“He never let my ex call him Emmard.” She deepened her voice. “‘Mr. France is fine.’ That’s what he said the first time he tried to call him Emmard.”
“Huh.” He grinned. “Guess that means he likes me.”
“Hmm.” She mewed her mouth and rested back against his large frame, his heat seeping into her side. “Or something.”
He rubbed his cheek against her head. “What time do they usually go to bed?”
“‘Bout now. Mom may read for a while, but they’re usually lights out by nine-thirty.”
He looked at his watch. “We’ve got about fifteen minutes to fool around before we go upstairs.”
“Oh.” Disappointment settled in her chest. He had an early start in the morning, but she had envisioned their last night together differently.
His teeth nipped at her ear. “Get out of your head, Emme. I’m just giving your parents time to fall asleep.”
She tilted her head back to give him more access. “Oh.”
“You’re going to have to be quiet.”
“What do you mean?”
“You get a little loud sometimes. It’s awesome since it means I’m doing something right. But I don’t want your parents hearing it when I make you scream.”
“Someone’s awfully full of themselves.”
His grin was licentious. “Someone’s going to be full of me.”
“Oh my—.”
Jordan’s mouth covered hers, his tongue sliding against her bottom lip. She inhaled sharply, desire piercing her like tiny little needles all over her body. She turned and straddled him.
“God, baby, I can feel the heat from your pussy through your shorts. Are you wet? Ready for me to slide into you? Spread you wide and fill you up?”
She gasped, his erotic words sending a gush of moisture between her legs. “Yes.”
“Am I going to have to shove your face into a pillow to keep you quiet? Keep your luscious ass in air while I take you from behind?”
