Saint (Hot Shots 4)

I know Emerson can feel the need radiating around us by the way her milky skin blushes to a light red, how she stopped in her tracks with my hand on her lower back. I thank God for that sheer excuse of a blouse she’s wearing. Seeing the outline of her lacy bra had me breathing deeply. Of course, that didn’t help, not with the soft floral scent invading my senses. It only amplified the need to be around her more.

“Okay, I have your offer written up. If you can sign your name on my iPad, I’ll get it emailed to the buyer’s realtor with the contingency of closing and for them to have a response within the next twenty-four hours. I really do suggest you take a look at the rest of the house though.” Emerson comes up beside me, a hip to the deck railing, and my eyes rake over her. She looks so prim and proper, but I bet beneath the clothes she’d turn into a hellcat the minute I got my hands and mouth on her, or my cock inside her.

“I’ll sign it, and then we can take a look at the rest of the house. There’s no changing my mind though. I know the area here in Oakhill. The house is an added bonus at this point. The view alone is worth the million and a half I’m putting down on it.” Her mouth opens before she quickly closes it.

“Well, okay, then.” She holds out the pen. I make sure to touch my fingers to hers. It’s one of those senses I’m vastly enjoying. Yeah, touching Emerson Watson is definitely what I want, maybe even more than this house. I sign where it’s necessary, initialing even more, then return the pen that goes with her iPad.

“This place sure is big. Do you know someone who can help finish it out? I’m no decorator, and I’m pretty sure fishing poles don’t suffice as home interior of any kind. Neither will folding chairs or a recliner.” Emerson licks her upper lip, deep in concentration, and my mind and body are definitely coming up with plenty of things to do with her tongue.

“I don’t know anyone, but I’m sure we can ask around. You could ask Rome. I think someone in that big family knows an interior designer.” I already know that I won’t be calling on the Carter family for help. This home will be as good as mine in a matter of time, no doubt about it. Not when you socked every bit of hazard pay away your entire career being a medic for Uncle Sam, only to come home to travel around different areas that needed help along the way. Let’s just say my bank account is nice and padded. I’ve diversified some investments, paying me back handsomely.

“Hmm,” I respond, not liking that but wanting to ease her into the idea of helping me out.

“It’s sent. How about we go take a look around? From what I saw of the kitchen, it’s an absolute stunner.” She looks up at me after putting her stuff away.

“Well, I suppose we should go look at it, then.” I nod at her, letting Emerson know I’ll follow her back inside, my hand going to the small of her back again. This time, she doesn’t hesitate. In fact, she sinks into the touch.

We walk inside and take in the complete open floor plan—living room to the right, kitchen built for a chef’s dream to the left. Not that I’m a chef by any stretch of the imagination. I much prefer the outdoor kitchen that’s nicely built-in with a top-of-the-line grill. There’s a room off to the side, all wood, natural, and perfect for the area. It’s somewhere to sit away from others and chill. Not that this place will be riddled with people.

“This would make an amazing library,” Emerson says when she sees the window seat.

“Yeah, it would. Tell me how you’d decorate it,” I state, wanting to see what kind of vision she will come up with.

“I’d go with an overstuffed chair, ottoman, maybe a floor lamp, but most definitely a cushion for the window seat. Imagine sitting there, reading a book and watching the sky fade to dusk, or drinking a cup of coffee while watching the sun rise above the water.” Bingo. That solidifies what I’ll be asking her.

I nod when she looks up at me, those blue eyes swimming with so much glee from telling me about her vision. “I probably shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want you to think I’m persuading you to buy this place for the commission alone.” Emerson takes a step away, her heel getting caught in the small area rug that was left behind. My hand finds her elbow, saving the blow she was about to receive by falling on her ass.