“Yeah, I pretty much thought about you all day too,” I laughed sheepishly, smoothing my hands over his broad chest as he ran his up and down my thighs. I shook my head at him when I felt his cock stiffen underneath me. “Really?” I teased.
“If you think that’s anything I can help around you, then you still don’t know how fucking crazy you make me,” Emmett said, putting butterflies in my stomach. “You have no idea how much it hurt to have my meeting at your place today and have to keep my hands to myself.”
“Is that why you barely said bye when you left?”
“Yeah. That and Britt was just asking me a million questions about you, and I felt like I had to get her out of there,” Emmett laughed, rushing the la
st few words of his sentence so he could grab two handfuls of my ass and groan. “Christ. I can’t stand not touching you, but touching you makes me want to rip all your fucking clothes off,” he muttered in frustration, his eyes devouring my body before he peered past my shoulders at our driver. The car was a particularly large SUV, and there was a row of seats separating us from him, but as wet as he had me in about two seconds flat, I couldn’t have sex with someone else in the car.
“Easy,” I smirked. “Let me help you cool down with a question I just need to get off my chest.”
“Uh-oh. What?”
“What’s this ten-day rule Britt Heatherton told me about?” I asked. “Is it real?”
Emmett raised his eyebrows but laughed.
“Uh… yeah. It is.” He looked unperturbed as he eyed my reaction. “Of course, you should know by now that you’re the exception to any rule I’ve ever made for myself.”
I tried to control another dorky grin. “Really.”
“Really.”
“And what other rules of yours have I broken? Because I have to be honest, you don’t really seem like a rules kind of guy,” I teased.
“Fair enough. I’m not. But the few that I have, I’ve already broken for you.”
“Ten-day thing aside, what else is there?”
“The roommate thing,” Emmett replied. “I told myself when I was probably twenty years old that I’d never live with someone again. My roommate in college… his name was Cam and he was such a slob. He’d leave food everywhere and hook up with girls in my bed, so pretty much since him, I’ve been flying solo.” Emmett grinned. “Unless you count my boy.”
“Ozzy? I think he’s mad at me, by the way.”
“Nah. He just likes the option of being able to sleep on my bed if he wants. He’s spoiled. But he’ll get used to you.”
“I see,” I nodded, trying not to beam over Emmett’s words. But it was hard. Saying that Ozzy needed to get used to me was another confirmation that he really did see me sticking around. And I knew I shouldn’t be completely surprised over that because between us, Emmett and I had a unique bond and a lot of history. So if he did want to venture into relationships with someone, narcissistic as it might sound, I could kind of understand why it’d be me.
But at the same time, my brain was anxiously trying to find things to worry about. It was convinced that this was entirely too good to be true, and that some way somehow, there had to be a catch.
Thankfully, it was hard to linger on those thoughts when Emmett was still pulsing under me, swelling harder and harder as his lips drifted along my collarbones, over the tops of my breasts.
“Emmett,” I warned, my jaw dropping when he tugged at the neckline of my T-shirt till my breasts popped out. “Emmett!”
“Sorry. Might be addicted to these.”
“I can tell,” I giggled, my voice breathy and nervous as I peered over my shoulder at our driver. I was still peering out the dash when I felt Emmett pull down the cups of my bra and flick his tongue over my nipple. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”
“This is what you get,” he grinned. “For every time you walked around the house without a bra on, I dreamt of doing this,” he muttered, swirling his tongue around me. I suppressed a moan.
“But I usually wore a bra around the house,” I defended myself in a whisper.
“Usually. But the times you didn’t…”
“You could tell?”
“Yes. From the shape. The way you bounced. I think you gave me a new fetish,” Emmett smirked, pushing my breasts together and licking them like an ice cream cone.
Holy shit. My instinct was to protest but I couldn’t anymore. His shamelessness had me way too turned on and it felt too good for me to say a word.