Melting against the wall, all my insides turn into mush. And no longer conscious of what I’m doing, I give into him, parting my lips so his tongue can sweep inside.
The first touch of his tongue against mine is so intense I find myself jolting in surprise.
His fingers tighten in my hair to keep me in place.
If I thought the simple press of his lips was earth-shattering, his tongue stroking against my tongue is downright mind-blowing.
Each rub of his tongue feels like he’s lighting all these tiny sparks inside me.
And a craving like no other takes ahold of me.
Craving for more of his touch, craving for more of his taste.
Craving for more of his safety.
Fingers gripping at his shirt, I try to pull him closer. Try to pull him inside me.
I moan into his mouth, partly in pleasure and partly in frustration, unable to get what I need.
Perfectly in tune with I want, he suddenly grinds his hips into my hips, his hard bulge grinding into my pussy.
Pure liquid heat shoots through my veins and my knees go weak.
As I start to slide down the wall, his hand is there to catch me. Grabbing me by the thigh, he lifts my leg up, locking it around his hip.
Then, rocking his hips in a fluid motion, he moves against me.
Caught up in the friction, I find his rhythm, chasing the sensations building inside me. And I’m so close, so close to what I want, what I need. It’s there, just out of reach, when the sound of someone gagging penetrates the haze.
“Ewwww, get a room,” Casey says, and my entire body goes cold like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over me.
Reality comes rushing back in like a tidal wave and embarrassment sinks its claws in deep.
Oh god, what the fuck was I doing?
Giving into my first instinct, I shove Emmett away.
He stumbles back, confused, his eyes still hooded and glazed.
Glancing between Emmett’s confused face and Casey’s disgusted one, I’ve never felt more ashamed.
I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never acted in such a way before.
Not with anyone else…
Shaking his head and straightening, Emmett shoots Casey an irritated look then focuses his attention back on me.
“Bree, ignore him,” he says, and reaches his hand out to me. “It’s okay.”
I take one look down at his hand, at what he’s offering, and do the only thing I know how to do.
I flee.
“Bree!” Emmett calls out as I take off running.
Running as if my life depends on it, I pray that he doesn’t chase after me.
By the time I reach the front desk, I’ve run myself so hard that when I stop I’m gasping.