Filling up the Virgin(262)

Emmet turns the heater all the way up as soon as we get in the car. His reaches around me, his chest nearly pressing against mine and making me squirm against my seat as he presses a small button on the bottom of my door.

“Heated seats.” He says, lips close enough that I can feel his hot breath. His body snaps back to his seat unexpectedly and I remember how to breathe.

“This car is incredible.” I say and admire the leather seats and glossy black controls.

“It’s a rental for now, but when we get back to L.A I’m probably going to get one just like it.” We make small talk until he pulls into my apartment complex. It was a much shorter ride than I’m used to, and I find myself hesitant to walk away from him. The snow outside gets harder, and I know if he doesn’t leave soon he might very well be stuck here. In my studio apartment that has a single futon. I picture Emmet lying on top of it and me on top of him, and the bold part of me takes over.

“Do you want to go inside?” I ask. Emmet’s hands close around the wheel and squeeze. I blush, feeling stupid for ever offering anything. “I mean, I know it’s small so of course you wouldn’t want to go in.” Before I can continue my embarrassing rant Emmet unbuckles his seat belt and leans across the center console to meet my lips with his. He shuts me up instantly, one hand cupping the back of my head and the other unbuckling my own seat belt. I press against him greedily, pulling at the top of his coat while my other hand slides down and squeezes his thigh.

His tongue flickers across my lips and I moan into him, wincing when my bottom sits on the seatbelt.

“Remy,” He murmurs against my mouth. “Invite me inside again.”

“Let’s go inside, Emmet.” I say. Emmet practically leaps out of the car and opens the passenger door before I even have the chance to catch my breath. His arms scoot beneath my thighs and back and as I warn him against lifting me up, he easily scoops me in his arms and carries me to my second floor apartment. He gently lets me down to unlock my front door, but as soon as it’s closed pulls me towards him again and kisses me deeply. I unbutton his winter coat as he unzips mine, and as soon as it’s off my hands run along the muscles of his arms. They’re strong and flexed as his hands roam my body, fingers trailing my work uniform until they slip underneath my blouse and find my skin.

He pushes me backwards until my legs hit against the futon and I fall, pulling him down with me. My blouse comes off as I pull his sweater over his head. His abs are hard beneath my touch and I run my nails down his stomach, spreading when I reach a thick field of hair just above his belt.

“Remy.” He sings my name and kisses my neck. One hand slides up my skirt as the other pulls my bra strap down and follows it to my breast. I moan loudly when he touches it, and as soon as his fingers stroke my nipple his other hand finds my panties and his tongue meets mine as I open my mouth to cry out.

My hands dip to find his belt, but the minute I touch it Emmet gasps and springs to his feet. He’s out of breath and I watch as his chest expands with every gulp.

“Emmet?” I ask and fix my bra strap. He has a very noticeable bulge in his pants and all I want is to touch it.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. This was a mistake.” He grabs his shirt and rushes to put his coat on.

“What did I do?” I cry. He presses a kiss to my temple and grabs his car keys. “The roads are going to be covered! It’s dangerous.”

“It’s even more dangerous here.” He says. He gives me a sad smile. “We’ll see you later. Good night, Remy.”

Emmet slams the door behind him and I’m left in nothing but a bra, a skirt and wet panties. I grab my shirt and fling it at the door.

“Damn those twins!” I yell and cover my head with a pillow. They’re more trouble than they’re worth.





Chapter Nine



For once I’m excited for the outlet the restaurant provides me. I clock in nearly an hour early and stay busy throughout the day. Charlie and Camila both notice I’m quick to agitate and they leave me alone for the most part.

I had spent practically the entire night trying to determine what I did to make Emmet leap from me so abruptly. There was so much desire and lust between us, and he’s the exact gentleman I’ve always dreamt of. I would have gone as far as I could had he not rejected me.

“You’ve been staring at Scott’s shoes for like three minutes.” Camila bumps into me and whispers in my ear. I snap back to reality, finding Scott grinning at me like a madman, and rush to put his order in. The dinner crowd rushes in and for the next hour and a half it’s the repetitive motion of taking orders and clearing plates.