Chapter 11
It had been weeks—months, even—since Emma had had such an influx of raw emotion coursing through her system. She had wanted it, expected it, craved it in many ways, but the first crash of Jesse’s love had made her dizzy, and it had grown exponentially from that. She was going to blame Gideon, or credit him, though she probably wouldn’t stroke his ego by telling him so. Because it had been his idea to f**k her on top of Jesse like that. And it was all that contact, heightened by the lust and love and rising sensations, that left her feeling intoxicated.
She watched Gideon leave, and she watched Jess turn toward her, his appreciation naked in his eyes as they swept over her. In a way, she felt self-conscious for the first time ever since meeting him, though it was hardly the fir
