Emily's pov
My breathing comes out in short pants, labored as he takes my breath away.
I peered into his eyes and they burned into mine.
I should push him away. I know I should.
With his birthday coming and the ripe age to get his mate nearing, Bryson was obviously controlled by hormones.
There was no other explanation.
Which is why I should push him away before I get selfish enough to see how far he would go with me.
But before I could push him away, Bryson's hand crawled under my bottom, moving all prior thoughts of pushing him away.
He gripped the mound, pulling me up against him so I could feel him more.
His eyes locked on my features, waiting for my reaction.
I could only moan.
Embarrassingly so.
He seemed satisfied with my reaction because he dipped his head in the crook
