“You’re not.” I peck his lips briefly, and that feather-soft touch unravels some of the knots in my gut. “I asked you, and I’m not talking about sex. I just mean kissing and touching and you holding me.”
For once, I want to do things right with a guy. Let things happen the way they’re supposed to happen.
“Unless you’re not into me, and then that’s fine.”
He pins me with an incredulous look. “I think you know exactly how I feel about you, beautiful.” He winds his large hand around the nape of my neck. “I told you a few days ago I wanted to be friends, but every time I see you, I want to be more than friends.”
“I want to be more than friends too,” I admit, both to himself and myself.
“But we should take it slow,” he suggests, drawing me in closer until there is only a millimeter between our faces.
“Agreed.” I close my eyes as his warm breath fans over my face.
“And we need to discuss a lot of stuff, but not right now.”
I open my eyes, and the loving look in his eyes almost has me sobbing again. But for all the right reasons this time.
“Because right now, I want to demonstrate how much I like you, and I want to take care of you, because you should only ever be worshiped and cherished.”
Our lips collide in a searing-hot kiss, and as he cradles me to his chest, running his hands up and down my spine, sending beautiful warmth flooding through my veins, I wonder how it’s possible to experience abject terror and blissful joy in the same day.
13
Adam
My right arm is numb, and it’s the only limb that fell asleep last night. Every other body part was alive and throbbing. The moment Emily and I crawled into bed, she curled up against me like we were a normal couple and dropped into a deep sleep. It surprised me she could sleep after what happened, but I’m guessing it was the drugs and adrenaline leaving her system that wore her out. I stared at the ceiling most of the night, listening to her soft snores, thinking of life, her, me, and that mind-blowing kiss, her tongue on me, our lips fused. It was so fucking hard not to take advantage of her.
As much as I want to roll her over and shove inside her, she doesn’t need that right now. I’m not sure I need that right now either. I know without a doubt that when we have sex it’s not going to be a one-night stand. At least not for me. She’s everything I’m looking for in a woman—beautiful inside and out despite her addiction to drugs.
Honestly, as fucked up as this sounds, her drug habit doesn’t bother me. I can see past that. I can see a vibrant and strong woman underneath the demons she’s carrying on her shoulders. Mom has told Phoebe she’s a flower waiting to bloom, and when she does, watch out world. I see the same in Emily. I know CF is vastly different than drug addiction. There’s no cure for Phoebe. But she’s a fighter, and I catch glimpses of the same determination within Emily. She just needs someone to love her unconditionally, to fight with her, for someone to be there to pick her up when she falls.
Emily stirs, her soft hand mindlessly wandering over my abs as she hooks her silky leg in between mine.
I clench my teeth, my dick throbbing, my balls blue as fuck. I have a ton of willpower, but the beautiful goddess tangled around me is tearing at my resolve.
She lifts her head as her hand dances down to my granite erection. Her big blues are begging for permission. One I would love to give her, if I knew I wouldn’t fall hard. But my body has a mind of its own before my brain kicks into gear.
I roll her over and straddle her, careful not to put my weight on her as I pin her hands above her head.
She giggles, a sound that sends hellfire straight to my balls. My body is sweating. My chest rises and falls, and when her tongue darts out to lick her lips, I lose all self-control.
In lightning speed, I’m hovering over her, my cock straining to get out of my boxers. I pepper kisses along her neck, chest, and tits, trying to devour every bit of her.
She squirms beneath me, arching her back, pressing her big tits into me. Every one of my nerve endings is on fire, and if I don’t get any relief, I might self-combust.
I thrust my dick against her core, and inwardly, I’m frowning that her panties are in the way.
She moans, and that breathy sound is enough for me to go fucking wild. My hands are shaping her hips. My lips are all over her tits, chest, and neck, and just when I’m about to unsnap her bra, my fucking phone rings.
“Ignore it,” she says, raspy and breathy, her seductive tone sending electrical charges to grip my cock.
I slide my body down, dying to taste her. She’s spewing soft moans as she wiggles her body upward so that my mouth meets her pussy.
The ringing dies only to ring again.
Panic jolts me up. “Fuck.” I have to answer it. Something must’ve happened to Phoebe. My heart constricts when I climb out of bed and see Mom’s name on the screen.
“Phoebe okay?” I rush out, answering the phone while shoving my fingers through my hair.
