Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I heard Fallon’s short breaths. She wiggled on her feet a little, and I knew right then that I was driving her just as crazy as she was driving me.

“Why is it killing you?” I asked again, my face closer to her skin. I knew the warmth of my breath on her leg would set her body on fire.

I was toying with her, but only because I couldn’t help it.

It was fun… for the both of us.

“Because you’re… right there, and it’s…”

My hand swiped over her hip and then up to her belly button ring. I slowly brought my clouded vision up to her flat stomach and started to fiddle with the piercing caught on the silky material. My face was right in front of the fabric of her thong, and if I looked closely enough, even through the tent of darkness, I could see that it was blue. Just like her eyes.

“It’s what?”

I was waiting. I was waiting for her to answer me before I unhooked her ring. I was only a centimeter away before she said, “It’s turning me on! Are you happy?!”

I unhooked the fabric, and her body instantly relaxed.

I gripped her ass with my hands, feeling her bareness underneath my palm and whispered, “Yes.”

Then a loud voice boomed from the front of the dressing room.

“How are you doing back here? Need anything from the back? A different size?”

Fallon yelped, clearly startled by the clerk, and accidently hit me in the face with her knee.

“Fuck!” I said, holding my jaw as I flew backwards from the hit. I slammed into the dressing room door—unfortunately no longer underneath Fallon’s dress—which caused a loud bang to go throughout the room.

Fallon gasped for air, and then we heard the clerk say, “Oh, goodness. I thought I’d given you two enough time back here! Sorry!” Then we heard her shuffle away.

My mouth fell open, and a rumble of laughter flew out of it. Fallon was looking down at me, her face blazing. “Oh, my God!” Then, she reached up and smacked herself in the forehead, closing her eyes tightly together.

I shook my head, still half lying on the floor. “I’m not sure there will ever be enough time for what I want to do to you.”

Fallon’s eyes abruptly opened. She took me in with a rapt look in her eyes and shook her head. She bit her lip and exhaled. “You’re trouble, Emmett Lanning.”

I winked. “So are you.”

Chapter Nine

Fallon

I inhaled the crisp, spring air into my lungs, hoping to ease the agitating dread that was filling up my entire body. I pulled my shoulders back and looked down at my gown. Emmett was right: red was my color. The dress was stunning. It was cut low in the front, showing off just the right amount of skin on my chest. Then, it was tighter around my torso and fell gracefully to the floor. My hair was pinned back in a low, messy knot, and I wore the diamond earrings that my father gave me for my 21st birthday, along with a delicate gold bracelet.

I looked nice. I looked like I was going to some type of red-carpet event, although it was just a fundraising gala that the company liked to make face at. I still felt fancy. I just wished I could have focused on anything other than Emmett.

He overtook my brain. He overtook my senses. He was like the air that I needed to breathe. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, especially after the whole him-under-my-dress thing.

As soon as we parted ways last week, after feeling his breath on my groin, inflicting tingles that covered my entire body, I felt out of sorts. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him, yet I knew that I needed to.

Since then, I’d been constructing ways in which I could see him again. The best was the spiel I had planned in which I walked into his tattoo shop asking for a daith piercing to help with my migraines.

My nonexistent migraines.

Obviously, I came to my senses, shut down all of my well-thought-out ideas, and tried to get a handle on myself.

It felt like Emmett was some type of drug, and I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough of his smile, his charm, his laughter. I couldn’t get enough of him.

He was so carefree with his “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, and he made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt. I had fun. And it was the type of fun that I didn’t want to give up. Ever.