Before I even start the engine, I tap on Emily’s name on my cell. I’m dying to hear her voice since our parting kiss last night. It was fucking explosive, and neither of us could get enough of each other.
“Hey,” her breathy and sexy as fuck voice comes through, causing every muscle in me to relax.
I pop my head against the seat. “How’s my girl?”
She yawns or it sounds like she does. “Sleepy. I’ve been listening for my mom to come home, hoping she has news of Wes getting arrested, but the house is quiet.”
“Your dad is still here at the sports complex. We just got done with practice.” Coach always stays late watching last season tapes of games between Cypress and our opponents, particularly the team we’re scheduled to play on Saturday. “Do you want me to come over?” Please say yes. Although, sneaking into the president and coach’s house to fuck his daughter isn’t the smartest move on my part. But I’m up for the adrenaline rush. Nothing heightens the senses more than doing something risky and forbidden.
She sucks in a breath, or maybe, she moans as though she’s remembering our hot and steamy weekend. “I would say yes, but we can’t chance it. You’ve got too much to lose.”
“Are you worried about me?” Warmth blooms in my chest.
“Maybe,” she coyly whispers.
“Em,” I say, watching the trees fronting the sports complex sway in the light breeze.
“Yeah.” She sounds like she’s about to fall asleep.
“I really need to see you.” I grab my throbbing cock.
“I’ve got a jam-packed week with tutoring,” she says. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and we can make plans. I really want to see you too.”
“My mom invited us to dinner this week,” I say, listening to her breathy noises. My dick is now straining against my zipper, and she’s driving me crazy. Jerking off later is a definite. Otherwise, my hard-on isn’t going away.
“Aw, I so want to go, but it isn’t a good week. Can we reschedule for next week?”
I chuckle. “Phoebe might hunt you down before then.”
She giggles. “She’s amazing. I adore her.”
And I think I’m falling in love with you.
I dare not voice that out loud. Not yet anyway. Besides, I don’t think Emily is ready to hear how I feel.
“Get some sleep, beautiful. We’ll talk tomorrow unless you hear anything about Wes.”
“Okay. Night, Adam.”
Neither of us hangs up, and a grin spreads across my mouth. “Why aren’t you hanging up?”
“Why aren’t you?” she retorts.
My grin widens. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
“Neither am I.” I can almost see her matching grin. “What are you doing to me, Adam Miller?”
I pop my head back against the seat. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Has it been like this for you before?”
“Never,” I truthfully admit. “I can’t get you out of my head. I’m going crazy.”
Her tinkling laugh filters down the line. “You’re not alone in it. You are all I’m thinking about.”
I close my eyes, picturing her with Phoebe again. “That makes me happy.”
“Youmake me happy.”
