“That was the kiss,” she mutters. “The kiss.”
From somewhere inside of me, I find the strength to talk. “The kiss?”
My question brings a flush of pink to her cheeks. “It’s nothing.”
Anything this woman does or says is everything to me. “Tell me,” I insist as I dig my fingers into the soft flesh above the waistband of her jeans.
She brushes her lips over mine in such a tender way that I swear my knees are about to give out.
“That’s a fairytale kiss,” she half-laughs.
I won’t laugh because I see caution in her eyes. I can feel hesitation in the movement of her fingers over my chin. She’s confessing something personal to me. “What does that mean?”
I slide my fingers over her cheek. I want her to feel safe with me.
Her gaze drops to my lips. “It’s the kind of kiss you only see in the movies.”
I take her mouth again in a slow kiss that ends with a draw of my teeth over her bottom lip.
“That’s what I mean,” she says breathlessly. “I felt that everywhere.”
“I did too.”
“It was a fairytale kiss for you too?” she asks with a smile.
It was a once in a lifetime kiss. I’ve kissed more women than I care to admit, but it has never reached inside of me this way.
Nodding, I inch a fingertip over her bottom lip. “You can kiss, Emma. Jesus, can you kiss.”
With hooded eyes, she bites my fingertip. “I can do a lot more.”
I close my eyes to ward off the mental image of her dropping to her knees to take me in her mouth.
Slow. I have to take this slow. She deserves that. Hell, I need that.
I’m a kiss away from blowing my load.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Was that too much?” She whispers with her lips pressed to my chin.
“Not too much,” I growl out. “I have to catch my breath. I need to think.”
Think about what I want first. I want to taste her. I want to fuck her. I want it all.
“Is it Drake? Do you need to think about him?” Taking a step back, she lowers her voice. “I know he’s your best friend. I know that he wouldn’t…”
I stop her with a deep kiss. I linger there, sliding my tongue over her bottom lip, breathing her in.
“Don’t talk about him,” I whisper, not finding the will to say his name. “Don’t.”
“Case! Are you here?”
The sound of Maya’s voice approaching the open office door sets Emma back two steps. Her hand jumps to her swollen lips.
Panic sets over her expression.
I step toward her, but that only moves her back another three steps with her hand waving in the air between us. “We can’t.”
