Who Breaks First (Clearwater University)

“I just think that she’s the sweetest girl. You two used to be so close. Be nice to her, okay?”

“Yeah, mom. I’ll be nice to her,” I bite out, seriously annoyed at this point. Is this what Emma wanted? Was this her game plan when she decided to rat my mom out to my dad for one little mistake?

Was she trying to steal my family? Steal my mom because she didn’t have one?

“Good.” I can hear the satisfaction in Mom’s voice. “Oh, I’ve gotta go.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Bye, honey.”

So, there ends one awkward as fuck conversation with my mom. And such interesting timing. It is almost like she knows I’m on my way to Emma’s place to destroy her.

I finally reach her building and march up the stairs, anticipation building in me with every step I take. Maybe Emma just wants to talk in private, to try to convince me again that she never lied to me in high school.

Or maybe she wants something else entirely.

And if she does… fuck it.

I’ve wanted Emma Holloway since the first damn day I met her. I used to dream of holding her in my arms, of wrapping her up in my embrace as her soft heat gripped my cock. Of burying my face in her hair and inhaling her sweet scent.

Maybe this won’t be anything like that. We hate each other too much for that.

But my body doesn’t care what my heart feels. It still craves Emma with a need that almost knocks me off balance.

Calm the fuck down, I remind myself. Play it cool. Remember, she still thinks this is day one of your “new leaf.”

I walk down her hall, and when I come to her door, I lift my hand and knock twice.

“Coming,” she calls, and it seems to take fucking forever for her to open the door.

And when she does…

Motherfucking baby Jesus.

I try to not let my jaw drop to the damn floor, but seeing Emma standing there in almost naked glory is too much for me to bear. My cock goes rock hard, straining against the confines of my jeans, but I can’t do anything to hide it. Nor should I, considering that she was the one that put on that damn negligee for me to see.

And I was right.

This girl is so fucking bad for me. Because I can’t think. Her gorgeous tits under silky lavender fabric have destroyed every brain cell in my skull. Her big brown eyes are open wide, and she doesn’t look like a seductive vixen. She looks innocent and almost scared, like she can’t believe she’s doing this.

And that’s what snaps the few shreds of restraint still holding me back.

That damn look on her face.

If she was like all the other girls who’ve thrown themselves at me, maybe I could resist. But Emma wears her heart on her sleeve, and the look on her face right now is like a prey animal stranded on a plain in front of a lion.

She knows she’s done for.

I just have to prove it to her.

My hand flies up to land against the wood of the door, pressing it open wider as my gaze devours her. I’m about to step inside when Emma surprises the shit out of me by grabbing two fistfuls of my shirt and pulling me into her room.

Well, what do you know? The kitten has claws.

I kick the door closed behind me, and without even saying a word, I kiss her, pressing my lips hard to hers the way I wanted to last night. I bring my hand to her lower back and pull her against me so that I can feel all of her body pressed up against mine, only the silky fabric of her negligee and my clothes separating us.

My tongue licks at the seam of her lips, and she doesn’t resist, opening to me. In fact, she does more than give in—she gives back as good as she gets. When my tongue invades her mouth to devour her sweetness, hers fights back, tangling with mine, forcing its way into my mouth as our lips bruise and our teeth clash together.