“Manhattan right now is a pretty close second.”
Is the flirting session back on?
I glance over at him as silence fills the room. His mouth curves when our eyes meet. “I’m glad you made the trip here, Emma.”
Turning to face him, I murmur, “I’m glad you made the trip too.”
“You’re stunning in that picture.” He dips his chin slightly. “You’re beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” I say in an unsteady voice.
I don’t care if my words sound foolish. He is beautiful. He’s incredible to look at, but it’s more than that. He’s kind to me. Since I got to New York, he has taken care of me in ways that have touched me even if they were simple gestures from someone trying to help out his best friend’s sister.
With a short step, he’s closer to me. “This is a bad idea.”
The picture frame in my hand falls into his. “What is?”
I can’t take my eyes off of him even though I hear the frame hit the top of the desk with a thud.
Leaning into me, he circles one hand around my waist.
With my heart racing, I close my eyes as he whispers the one word that changes everything.
“This.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Case
I claimher lips in a soft kiss.
I want more. Fuck, do I want more, but I work to control the need that has been building inside of me for days.
Emma steps into my touch. I tighten my grip on her waist when I feel her hand in the back of my hair.
Instinctively, I reach for her neck, tilting her head to just the right angle before I draw my tongue over her bottom lip.
The sound that escapes her ignites a fire in the base of my spine.
I’m hard. My dick is so fucking hard.
Tugging her closer, I groan when she slides her tongue against mine in a greedy kiss.
“Case.” My name has never sounded as sweet as it does at this moment, falling from the lips of this woman.
She feathers kisses over my jaw.
“Emma,” I say in a strangled tone that’s so full of desire it draws her eyes up to meet mine.
“That was…” whatever the fuck she was going to say gets lost in our need for each other.
I hold her against me, deepening the kiss until I feel her hand glide over my cheek.
Her touch is gentle. It’s soothing.
I pull back out of a sheer need to breathe.
Why the fuck is my heart hammering so hard?
