Relapse

CHAPTER TEN

The kiss starts slow, his soft lips pressing against mine as my grip tightens on the back of his neck. His body presses mine against the wall and the hand on my shoulder moves up to tangle in my hair. His tongue comes out to lick at my mouth as heat shoots through my body and I part my lips to let him in. A groan leaves my lips as the kiss deepens and my skin flushes.

Emmet’s hand leaves my hair and starts to trace a trail down my spine before his lips pull away from mine to move to my neck.

Holy shit, yes.

As his lips glide across my skin, I pull at his hair and it comes out of the bun, falling around his shoulders.

A sharp pinch brings my attention back to his lips and I realize at the same time that he left a hickey on me that I should put a stop to this.

I really should…

My hands move to the waistband of his sweats, but he pushes them away. I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His lips return to mine and I’m just about to demand to know why he stopped me when I feel the button on my jeans pop loose.

Fingers trail along the waistband of my underwear before roaming lower and I let out a gasp as his fingers run along the bottom of my now soaking wet panties. His fingers continue to softly stroke and tease me but I want more.

His lips pull away from me as his eyes meet mine, searching. His fingers move and I feel them slide my underwear to the side.

Fuck yes.

“Get to it,” I order, my body hot and on edge as I wait for him to do more than just tease me.

He smiles before pressing his lips back against mine as his finger glides over my wet folds. I let out a moan but the sound is lost between our lips as he continues to stroke me. His finger just barely grazes my clit and I push my hips forward. His free hand shoves my hips back against the wall and my eyes snap open.

“What are you doin-” My words are cut off as he drops to his knees a moment before I feel his tongue on my clit. “Fuck.” I tangle a hand in his hair as his tongue focuses on my clit.

Pressure builds in my core and I know an amazing orgasm is only moments away.

I tug at his head again, urging him on and trying to move my hips, but he continues to hold them down. His finger caresses my entrance, teasing, just as his mouth wraps around my clit. His tongue flicks out and my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

I let out a cry as my fingers tighten in his hair, holding his mouth to me as I ride out the bliss and euphoria of the moment. It feels like my body is on fire as my heart beats against my chest. My legs grow weak and I nearly fall flat on my ass but Emmet’s hand grasps my hips, keeping me upright.

He stands, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and it’s like a cold splash of water as the euphoria fades.

“Shit.”

Fuck me, what am I doing?

“I shouldn’t have- we shouldn’t have done that.” I pull my pants back up and snap the button as I try to pull my shirt into place. “Really, really shouldn’t have done that.”

A crease forms between Emmet’s brow. He looks down at me, a question in his eyes, but he backs away, letting me have my space.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I repeat and I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince myself or him. Emmet’s face is a look of confusion as he watches me. “I can’t-”

I move away, not looking back as I move out of his room. He doesn’t call my name or try to come after me and I can’t decide whether it’s a good thing or not.

A good fucking thing since you were never supposed to kiss him and you sure as shoot shouldn’t have let him go down on you. At a fucking cookout for fuck’s sake-

I run into a hard chest and hands settle on my arms. “Sorry about that.” I look up to find Nathan staring down at me.

I feel my cheeks flush and I instinctively pull at my shirt as if to hide the evidence of what I just did. “It’s okay,” I say quickly, trying to pull away from him.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

“Are you okay?”

Why the fuck does everyone keep asking me that?