Page 60 of Admittedly For Me
“Me?” I point to myself in question, taunting the seething woman opening the screen door of the backyard. This can’t be because we haven’t finished the job yet.
“Follow me.” Her voice holds a hint of hurt as I follow her through the living room and toward the staircase.
“If you want me to bring you to bed, all you have to do is ask.” She stomps up the last few stairs, pausing as we stand in the middle of the upstairs hallway. “I have always appreciated the way you don’t dance around things.” Her arms fold across her chest, then push out to her sides. “Why stop now?”
“Okay, I want you, Emery Davis.” I watch her eyes widen in surprise with the confidence from my voice. “And I mean more than just the physical.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then how about you damn well say it. I have work to do.” Between work and my niece coming over tonight, Emery needs to meet me halfway at this point.
“I saw what you texted Savannah last night. What I do with my time is none of your business.” She bites her lip, like she’s stopping herself from something else she wants to say. Something on a deeper level which scares her. “You shouldn’t have a say or concern about what I do just because we had sex.”
That wasn’t it.
Standing quietly, I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly. Her eyes burn through mine with every frustrated breath. “Want to try saying what you actually mean, Daisy Girl?” Taking a deep breath, I expect her to do the same and speak her mind. Her head shakes as she picks at her nails.
Clearing my throat, I take a moment to say what shewantsto hear. This is going to pain me. “Fine. You wanted one night of fun, and you got it.” She blinks, giving me full attention now. “Go live your life however you want.” If she walks away right now, maybe I need to let her go. I’m doing what I can to be there for her, and it’s still not enough. “I’ll stop looking out for you.” She has to want to change too.
“Great.” She steps forward, her eyes flaring with hunger as they zone in on my chest. We both need to get our emotions under control. “I can take care of myself.”
“First, you need to get over yourself.” Her eyes narrow in challenge.
“I’m not the one who needs to get over me.” Emery’s head tilts, leaning in closer. She speaks with confidence, though her fidgeting fingers tell me otherwise.
“I won’t apologize for caring about your wellbeing.” I want to hug her, but shake the attitude out of her at the same time. My annoyance grows with my blood boiling and cock throbbing at once.
“You went into detail about our hookup to Savannah. How I screamed your name?” Her face droops, so close to breaking down. I wish she would. “Then, instead of asking how my time was in Vegas, you text her.” Her sinking voice tugs at my heart.
“I’m sorry, Emery.” My gut pangs with guilt. “That was something special for just me to witness. I want to be here for you, but you need to try to help yourself.”
“And if I can’t?” Emery steps forward, nearly against me as her walls teeter back and forth.
“You can.” I step into her, my hand gently taking hold of her chin as I bring her eyes to meet mine. “We are all here to help.”
“Maybe I need to be reminded of what I’ll be giving up if I leave.” And there it is. She resorts to the only method she knows as her eyes darken. But something she says within her attempt at seduction catches my attention.
“Ifyou leave?” My heart skips with the small potential of her staying.
“I’ve stopped drinking.” Her hand gives my bicep a squeeze. “That should be rewarded.”
“It’s still not enough. I’m going back downstairs.” I turn to leave, chest tightening. “I’m not being a new vice.”
“I cried last night for the first time in I don’t even know how long.” I freeze, turning back around to face her. “It was very brief, but I realized tears can fall and I’ll survived. I came clean to Hallie about almost kissing you back then. How I needed to leave town because I didn’t trust myself.” The more she talks, the more secure I feel about her finally being on track with trying to meet me halfway. She walks up to me, eyes locking onto mine. “And needing a clean start.” When her hand travels across my chest and down my abs, I take it in mine.
"How are you feeling after letting that little piece of the past be mended?"
“That maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world.” She swallows roughly, eyeing my obvious erection. My hand slides to the back of her neck as she looks up at me.
“Let’s keep this round for just us.” My lips press to hers, and she pulls me closer, wrapping her arms around my waist. With my dick pushing into her stomach, I lead her to the bathroom.
My palms cradle her cheeks as Emery’s hands fist in my shirt. Using all her strength, I’m turned into the bathroom wall as her body moulds to mine. Her arms lift, gripping my hair as she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip. I flip our positions, putting her against the wall. My fingers lace in the back of her hair as I pull her neck to the side. The sudden aggression forces the air out of her lungs as my mouth suctions onto the pulse of her neck. Her moans fuel me to devour her, wanting to brand her as mine and stake a fucking claim.But that would go against keeping this to ourselves.
I push the door closed before my hands gather her wrists, and I pin them above her head. I kiss her slow. A scene flashes through my mind of coming home to her barefoot in the kitchen after a busy day of work. Her sweet smile greeting me as she takes my hand, pulling me into the bathroom and we end up in the shower. I’m brought back to this moment as her hands tug on my grip, trying to escape.
“We use our words, Emery. Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
“Free my hands,” she says breathily.