I Touch Myselfplays softly through the speakers, causing an uncontrollable smile to take over. A similar smile lights up her face, making my heart thump against my ribcage.
“I think this might be our song,” I grin, stepping close and taking the speaker from her hands. I set the device down on the hood of the truck and grab both of Emery’s hands before pulling her into me.
“I don’t think it’s a song you can slow dance to,” she mumbles with her face smushed into my chest. She fits so perfectly there.
“And what would you suggest we do to it?” I ask with acocky smile. A pink blush tickles her neck, making my hands curl tighter around her. She pulls her head back and stares deeply into my eyes.
“You’re insufferable,” she whispers. Her words are firm, but her eyes tell a different story.
“Yeah,” I grin, lowering my forehead to hers, “but you love me anyway.”
Her lips twitch. “Unfortunately for me, yeah. I really do.”
I grin wide before letting my mouth find hers. She willingly accepts the kiss, slowly molding her lips to mine. Unlike the others before, this kiss is slow and deliberate. Before long I deepen the embrace while pressing her against the cold metal of the truck. I swallow the gasp that slips from the back of her throat. When she pulls back, I have to physically restrain the groan by pressing my mouth into the crevice of her neck.
Emery sighs, clutching the fabric of my T-shirt. “You know this isn’t going to be easy, right?” she asks, searching my eyes for answers.
I pull back and inch my hands up to her cheeks. I softly trace my thumb across the wetness of her bottom lip. “Nothing worth having is ever easy.”
Her face lights up. “That was so incredibly cheesy.”
“Yeah, but you liked it,” I smirk. “Hopefully enough to kiss me again.”
She rolls her eyes, making me press my hardening length against her. Her lips form an “O” before the heat takes over, and a playful smile lands there instead.
“I want you to kiss me again,” she says. I don’t hesitate before ducking my head to hers, but before our lips can touch, she blocks me, firmly placing her pointer finger between us. “But not there.”
A devilish smile heats up my face as I tip my chin toward her. “Then tell me where, Bambi,” I say, smoothing my hands down her sides. I still can’t believe she’s all mine.
She licks her lips before letting her hands rest on the peaks of my shoulders, and then she presses down. I immediately obey, desperate to get down on my knees for her. The gravel digs into my jeans, but I don’t notice. My focus is completely on her.
Emery tilts her head back. “Maybe we should go inside,” she murmurs unconvincingly.
I squeeze the back of her thighs and stare into her eyes. “Not a chance, Bambi. I want this entire town to hear you screaming my name.”
Sunlight cuts through the blinds in my bedroom, pulling me from my slumber. Usually, I hate this part of the morning, but it’s hard to hate anything when Emery’s head is nestled contentedly on my chest.
I lay still, taking it all in. I never thought we’d get to this moment, but I’m grateful for everything that led to it.
“You know it’s creepy to watch someone when they’re sleeping.”
Adoration assaults my face as she peeks up from her sleepy daze. She always looks beautiful, but there’s something serene about the way her lashes flutter open. I get to see a whole new shade to her eyes, and I think it might be my favorite shade yet.
“It’s a good thing you’re awake then.” I smile, bringing my hand up to her cheek and angling her face just right to plant a soft kiss on her lips.
Her forehead wrinkles. “I can’t believe you just kissed me. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”
I roll my eyes, letting her wiggle out of my arms so she can face me. She rests her head on my bicep and waits patiently for my rebuttal.
“You think that’s going to stop me?” I tease, sneaking my head into the crevice of her neck. “I’ve had my mouth in much dirtier places.”
Tiny goosebumps pop up on her arms as I trace my fingers over her skin. I inch my head back and admire the shy smile on her face. Her cheeks flush a soft pink color, even though I can tell she’s trying hard to fight it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Emery warns, letting her head fall back on the pillow. Tendrils of black and blonde hair splay across my pillowcase like a work of art.
“Like what, Bambi?” I ask innocently, brushing her bangs back from her forehead.
“Like you’re never letting me leave this bed again.”
