Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)
Because I’m not supposed to have this… or him…
But I want it anyway…
At least for the moment.
Drinking in his face, I watch his eyelids grow heavy until his lashes are nearly fanning his cheeks.
Completely forgetting myself, I begin to lean toward him, following some deeply buried instinctive need to be closer to him.
Then Casey clears his throat loudly. “Are we going to sit here all night, or are we going to watch a movie?”
I jerk away from Emmett in shock, dropping like a rock back to reality.
Shit. What the hell was I doing? What came over me?
Emmett’s eyes widen at first, as if he’s also surprised, but then a cocky grin spreads across his face as he takes in my burning cheeks.
Seeing that cocky grin of his and the knowing in his eyes, my blush burns so hot I feel it creeping down to my toes.
Dammit. Why do I keep forgetting myself whenever I’m around him? I can’t even control myself with Casey sitting behind us.
I’m totally and utterly shameless.
Scooting as far over in my seat that I can, I try my best to cool down, while Emmett’s voice sounds like he’s on the verge of laughter. “Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, buddy.”
Well, I’m glad one of us finds this amusing. Actually, no I’m not.
From the backseat, Casey whines with youthful exasperation, “What does that even mean?”
Emmett shoots me a look that says, can you believe this kid. “It means wait a minute.”
Casey groans. “Why didn’t you just say that?”
Emmett’s eyes sparkle with mirth. “I did… when I said hold your horses”
Casey makes a sound of disgust then pushes his door open. “Whatever. I’m waiting by the door.”
Once Casey slams the car door shut, my brain decides it’s ready to function again. Why did Casey get out of the car here? And why is he waiting by the door?
Looking out the windshield, all I see is the brown stucco house we’re parked in front of and the two houses beside it. Glancing into the rearview mirror, I search for some sign of a theater, but only see more houses. There’s not a mall or business to be seen on the horizon.
Giving Emmett the benefit of the doubt, I wonder if we’re only stopping here before we head out to get the pizza and movie he promised.
“I thought we were going to catch a movie at a theater…” I say as I glance back and watch Casey walk up the steps of the house we’re parked in front of.
“We are,” Emmett says as he twists the key out of the ignition. “We’re going to watch it in my home theater.”
And there it is… That’s why Emmett shut Casey down so fast when we were talking about movies. It’s because he had this up his sleeve and he didn’t want me to know about it.
He totally tricked me into this on purpose.
Keys jingling, Emmett palms them, then reaches over me and opens his glove box.
I press myself back into my seat, barely avoiding his arm as he pulls out three plastic DVD cases. Pushing the glove box shut with his knuckles, he finally pulls his arm back and opens his door.
Getting out, he’s comes around the front of the Jeep and opens my door for me.
“You coming?” he asks as I just sit where I am, trying to figure out how I’m going to get myself out of this mess.