“Second door,” she mumbles as my lips leave hers and find her neck.
I can’t help but breathe in all of her as I nip at the skin along her throat. She smells fantastic. A mixture of vanilla and fresh rain, and I don’t know if it’s from the fresh snow that fell on us on our way up here or my mind playing tricks on me, but it reminds me of home.
She smells like home.
I fight with the doorknob as I try to get us into her bedroom. Part of me thinks kicking it down and dealing with the consequences later is the way to go. But Ember’s hand meets mine against the doorknob and opens it with ease, but once we’re through the door, I kick it closed so hard, there’s a chance I broke the hinges anyway.
I practically throw Ember onto her bed before I crawl over her, boxing her in with my body. I take this moment to appreciate the beautiful girl lying under me, her eyes roaming every inch, looking at me as though I’m already naked. She slides her hands under my jersey, and I shiver as her cold hands roam around my body. This makes her laugh.
“Your hands are cold,” I say, admiring the smile on her face.
“You’re warm,” she says, gripping my shirt to pull me back to her. “I like it.”
“I like you.” The words barely leave my mouth before my lips are back on hers. My finger sneaks up her hips and under the hem of her jersey, and she jumps the secondmycold hands make contact with her skin.
This time it’s me who laughs.
Honestly, I’m surprised that any part of me is cold because the look in her eye is enough to set anyone on fire.
She finds the front of my jacket and then quickly slides it off my arms; I help her as one of the sleeves gets caught around my wrist. I love the way this feels with her. Like we’re both just kids figuring out how this works for the first time.
I watch her as I loop my thumbs under her jersey and slide it up her body, seeking any sign of hesitation, but as she bites her lip, giving me a silentokay, her jersey is off and in a dark corner of her room.
She’s beautiful.
Not that there was ever a doubt in my mind, but here she is, lying under me, in a bra and jeans. Her chest rises and falls with mine, a rosy tint on her cheeks, and I can’t help but smirk at the fact that I’m the one who’s doing this to her.
She rolls her eyes, pushing a hand against my chest, and I take this opportunity to pull off my shirt. She watches me with eager eyes, and when she raises one of her eyebrows, I look at her confused.
“Does your jersey say, Harris?”
And here I am, laughing again. I don’t think anyone has ever laughed during sex as much as we have tonight. My head falls against her chest as I realize I was Zeke this year for Halloween.
“Oh my god,” I mumble, my lips pressed to her skin.
“Makes sense as to why you’re getting laid,” she jokes, as her hands find my cheeks, forcing me to look at her. “But if you call me dollface in bed, I’m throwing you out that window.”
“Deal.”
And then my lips are back on hers.
But they don’t stay on her lips long because so much of her is left to explore. My lips travel to her collarbone, my teeth nipping at her skin before relieving the sting with my tongue. That’s bound to leave a noticeable mark, but not an ounce of me cares.
I kiss down the rest of her body, hovering once I get to her belly button, my hands reach for the button on her jeans, and the second I pop it open—
She tenses.
I freeze.
“Em?” Her eyes are still closed, but her face is tense. “Are you still with me?”
“Mmhmm,” she lies. Her hands grip my forearms with a strength you wouldn’t expect from her.
“Em.”
Her eyes open, and I notice the tears glazing over them. She bites her lip before looking up at me.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
