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Live With Me
One little kiss couldn’t hurt, could it? Candace didn’t fight when Emmett pulled her close, just laid her hands on that smooth, tight chest of his and lifted her face to give him access. He chuckled, and she thought for a minute that she should probably be offended, but then he kissed her, and the only thing she could think about was how good he tasted, how warm his skin felt, and how…big every part of him felt pressed against her.
Sliding her hands up to caress his neck, she didn’t argue when he kissed his way across her jaw and down the side of her neck. A small whimper escaped when he switched sides, and pressed more kissed back up the other side and back to find her lips again. His hands were at her sides, his fingers wrapped around her ribs while his thumbs made small circles on the sides of each breast.
He wanted her, she wanted him, and snuggled up cozy in his embrace, she was having a hard time remembering why this was a bad idea. She’d always wondered – always – what just one night with this man would be like. Maybe she should just ignore that little voice of reason in the back of her mind and take what he was offering. Worry about the rest later. Maybe she was just making everything more complicated than it needed to be.
“Hey.” Emmett’s soft greeting brought her attention back to him, and she opened her eyes to look up into his. There was a mixture of amusement and annoyance on his face, though she couldn’t quite tell which one had priority at that second.
“Hey yourself.” She smiled, and then bit her lower lip, unsure of what was happening. Were they stopping? Just catching their breath? Calling the whole thing off?
He took a step back and tapped her on the nose with one finger. “You’re thinking too hard.”
She did blush then, and looked away. Leave it to her to kill the mood just by thinking.
“And the coffee’s ready. Join me in the living room when you’re done here?”
She stared at him, but he was filling two cups with dark, steaming liquid, looking for all the world like he hadn’t just about kissed her senseless. Still playing it cool, he left one cup on the counter and somehow managed to hold the other in one hand while he used a single crutch on his bad side to hobble out of the kitchen.
Candace finished filling the dishwasher and put the pots and pans in a sink of soapy water to soak. Picking up the cup he’d left her, she tried to feign nonchalance as she went to the living room. Emmett was stretched out on the couch, his back propped up with pillows on one end, his bad leg propped up on a pillow at the other.
She sat in the big armchair closest to his feet, curling her legs up and holding her cup in both hands. Not sure what to say, she took a cautious sip of her coffee, and when it didn’t burn, a bigger one. As the taste registered, she frowned, and then held the cup out, staring at it for a long moment.
“What kind of coffee is this? Was it in that basket your mom sent?”
Emmett laughed and shook his head. “No, that’s the coffee you have in the cupboard. Not the best quality, but drinkable when you put a little care into it.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “What exactly did you do to make it taste like this?”
“It’s a secret.”
“Don’t tease – it’s my house and my coffee. Tell me how you did that!”
“My house and my coffee,” he mimicked in a sing-song voice. “Now you sound just like my parents. We all have our secrets, Candy. I have coffee, and you have the wi-fi password and something fun to play with under your bed. We might be able to work out a trade…”
Candace couldn’t help but grin. “Okay, but you only have one secret, so you have to choose – the wi-fi or what’s under the bed. Which do you want more?”
He thought about it for a minute – or pretended to. “Definitely what’s under the bed. And I think we should start right now.”
She nodded, finishing off her coffee and setting the cup on the end table. “Fair enough. Let’s go.”
He smiled, but she could tell he knew something was up, and she couldn’t wait to see his face when she showed him. This was going to be fun.
Leaving him to find his own way, she went into the master bedroom and knelt on the floor by the bed, one hand holding a portion of the bed skirt up just a little bit. When he came in, she waited until he was close enough to see, and then reached underneath, pulling out the slim, short wooden bookcase that she kept laying on it’s back under the bed.
“I don’t know which one you want to start with, but they’re all pretty good. Do you prefer menage, bondage, or both? There are a few historicals in here too, if you prefer…”
He stared down at her collection for a long moment, and then burst out laughing.
“Books. I should have known.”