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Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

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Emmett only thrusted a handful more times before he stilled and landed on top of me. His chest heaved up and down on mine, and I loved the way his bare chest felt on my exposed breasts. I loved that, in that moment, I felt perfect. I loved the way he made me feel.

I was ready to spend every day with him, having sex or not.

That glorified me but also scared me.

Emmett was addicting, and the thing with addictions was they could become dangerous very, very fast.

Emmett let out a whisper of a growl and pulled up on his hands to look down at me. “Stop wiggling like that. You’re making me want to take you all over again.”

Heat blasted my cheeks.

I didn’t say the words, but I would be completely fine with him taking me all over again. I could feel a slight sting when he pulled out, but I knew that the pain would soon be long gone if he did all of that again. Pleasure would override the pain, no doubt.

I was about to tell him just that, but then my eyes found his chest, and I got too excited.

His tattoos.

Since the second I saw that tiny sliver of ink near the collar of his shirt a couple weeks ago, I’d been wondering what he looked like with his shirt off.

Every image I came up with in my head did nothing to prepare me for the sight.

There were a lot of tattoos on his chest. I couldn’t see the color of them, since we were still in the dark, but I knew there were a lot. Emmett stood up, and even though I wanted to look down to see his southern region, I couldn’t. I was too mesmerized. His tattoos covered his sternum and both pecs and then went upward to cover his shoulders. They all ended right above his ab muscles—the ones I clawed at seconds ago. Emmett turned to the side to clean himself up, and I saw a small tattoo on the side of his rib. It piqued my interest.

I wanted to flip the lights on to just… stare.

I wanted to gaze at him. All of him.

Emmett came over and handed me a towel, and I finally broke my gaze away. I stood up on shaky legs, completely bare, and wiped in between them. My eyes zeroed in on my clothes, and I went to go pick them up, unsure of what to do, but he pulled my hand instead.

I trailed after him, a shiver going through my body from the cool air of his apartment.

My eyes instantly found a bed, covered in messy, dark covers, in the middle of a small room. Emmett guided me over to it slowly and plopped down, pulling me with him.

I crawled over his body and nuzzled right beside him. His body felt smooth under my fingertips. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on top of my head.

I felt a little unsure of myself. I wasn’t sure what to do. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I said the only thing that came to mind.

“Thank you.”

Emmett pulled back, and I could feel him looking down at me. I angled my head up to his and bit my tongue.

Did I really just thank him?!

“For what?”

“For making me feel all of that. For letting me escape.”

He shook his head softly. “You don’t need to thank me. That escape was for me, too.”

“What are you escaping from?” I asked.

The room was so quiet. The only thing I could hear was our soft breathing. No hum from an air conditioner. No outside sounds. Nothing. Just him and me and our breathing.

Emmett never answered me, and something inside of me told me he wasn’t going to. So instead of saying anything else, I only snuggled into him a little further, hooking my bare leg over his.

I no longer wanted to talk.

I just wanted to lie there with him for as long as I possibly could before reality started to creep in… again.



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