CJ looked back towards Emily, the sweat shirt hitting the tops of her thighs. He let out a small groan as he watched her careful steps and realized that she wasn’t used to walking barefoot the way he was. Turning around to face her, it was like fate was testing his self control.
“What are you doing?” Emily said with a squeal as he hooked his arms under her knees and smoothly lifted her, so she was cradled against his chest.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” CJ shrugged and Emily bit her lower lip, her cheeks heating up. She brought her fingers up and trailed them across his skin. She could feel the tightening in her lower belly. “Emily.”
“Yes,” she asked, peeking up at him as she bit her lower lip.
“It’s hard for me to think when you do that.” He said looking down at her. CJ
