Page 83 of Beating Heart
She wasn’t mine. I had no claim.
“Well, I was coming out here in hopes you were having a nightcap.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, moving closer. “Is Cutler sleeping?”
I shook my head slowly, my gaze locking with hers. “Nope.”
“Nope?”
I leaned down, kissing her neck, craving her in a way I couldn’t wrap my head around. I nipped at her ear before whispering. “He got invited to sleep over at J.T.’s.”
She tipped her head back. “Really? And you weren’t waiting for me, being in that big house all alone?”
My dick sprung to life at her words. “Maybe I was waiting for you, Sunny. Maybe I even texted you twice because I couldn’t wait to see you.”
What the fuck did I have to lose at this point? My pride? I didn’t give a fuck.
“Really?” She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine as she pushed up on her tiptoes. “I didn’t know that. My phone died, and I was going to come knock on your door to tell you something. Something that couldn’t wait until morning.”
“Tell me.” I reached around her waist with one hand, dipping lower to graze her perfectly peach-shaped ass. I fucking loved her body. Hell, I loved her face. Her hair. Her laugh. Her witty banter and her sense of humor. Her goofy obsession with baking.
I was so fucked.
“I want you, Nash Heart. No more holding back. We don’t have to know what it means. I just need to know that you want me the way that I want you. That’s all I need.”
My hand moved to the side of her neck, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. “I fucking want you, Emerson. There’s no question about it.”
“Then do something about it.”
“You sure about this?” I lifted her easily, and her skirt bunched around her waist as her legs wrapped around my middle.
“I’m sure. Stop being such a gentleman and show me what I’ve been missing.”
“My house or yours?”
Her hands were on each side of my face. Those jade -green eyes bored into mine. “Mine.”
Her head fell back in laughter when I started jogging toward her back porch. Winnie was on my heels, and I pushed the door open and moved inside, kicking the door closed behind me. My mouth was on hers, and I dropped to sit on her couch, with her straddling me. My hands were in her hair. I fucking loved kissing this woman. I’d never kissed a woman like this before. We’d been doing this song and dance for weeks, and normally, I’d tire of this quickly.
But Emerson was different.
Everything about her was different.
She pulled back to look at me. Her lips turned up in the corners as she flashed me this sexy smile. “Where should we go?”
I chuckled. She was nervous. It was cute as hell. “Where do you want to go?”
“Well, I’ve only ever done the deed in the bedroom, so…” She shrugged.
“Done the deed? That dude clearly failed you, if that’s what you’re calling it. And if you’ve done it in the bedroom, then I say we go anywhere but the bedroom first.” I paused and then groaned. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom in my wallet. I need to run to my house to grab a few.”
“Grab a few? I’ve never needed more than one.” Her cheeks pinked. “But I’ve got a whole box in my nightstand drawer. I’m a doctor, remember?”
I barked out a laugh as I stroked her long waves away from her face. “You’re a pediatrician.”
“A pediatrician with a super-hot neighbor living next door. It’s been a while for me, so I guess I’ve been thinking about this, about you.” She shrugged again.
