Another zing of electricity down my spine, and the pressure between my legs increased. Emmett looked down at me with that dark gaze I saw in the kitchen.
I wondered what it would be like, too. What his skin would feel like if I stripped his shirt off and ran my mouth down his flat stomach. What his tongue would feel like on my n*****s. What it would feel like to stroke the hard length that pressed against me in the kitchen and feel him shudder.
I didn’t like this feeling, this out of control, overwhelming urge. I’d never felt like this before. s*x was always just an itch to scratch but with Emmett, it felt like more. It felt like something I needed.
It felt dangerous.
I shivered and shook the thoughts out of my head. I was here for one reason—to fulfill my end of the bargain so I could
