“So are you going to take your shirt off too or just going to leave me here alone?” Emery asked as she scooted back on the bed and used the toes of each shoe to kick off her Vans.
He pulled his shirt off in one swift move and tackled her on the bed. She laughed at his antics.
“Emma?”
“Yes,” she answered, still laughing.
“I’m going to kiss you right now.” Tim licked from the bottom of her breast to her collarbone and then lightly blew over where traces of wetness remained. She wanted to scream in ecstasy. “A lot.”
She arched into him and lifted her hips, rubbing herself on him. He separated himself from her, holding his weight off her with his forearms. He licked his lips and she squirmed under him, needing him to touch her. “You need to stop doing that, Emma.”
“Doing what?” She could hardly talk, she was so consumed with him.
“You know what.”
They stared at each other.
“I don’t do this,” she whispered.
“I don’t either.”
Emery knew what she meant, but she was pretty sure Tim didn’t mean the same thing.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Watch Out for That Dog
Her body hurt in a way it hadn’t in a long time. She stretched her legs out and felt the heavy weight of unfamiliar covers on top of her. She blinked awake, a little disoriented. As her vision cleared, she took in the messy hair and chiseled face just inches from hers. All of a sudden she was hot and cold. She’d fallen asleep easily in his arms after their fourth round—fourth! It was like they couldn’t satisfy themselves. Emery sighed. She never fell asleep easily, fearful of the terror that rocked her thoughts. She hadn’t slept so well in years.
Emery lifted herself up and looked around for clock, but there wasn’t one. She heard whining coming from behind one of the closed doors. Looking back at Tim, she crept out of bed and opened the door. A black mass sped past her and down the stairs. Her eyes widened and she willed herself not to scream. Tim was still asleep.
She pulled his shirt from the floor and over her head as she followed the path the unidentified thing went. Her legs were chilled as she walked through the main floor to the back door to let what turned out to be a black lab outside. If a dog could cross his legs, this dog’s would be crossed. Currently he was jumping up and down at the back door. She let him out, wondering why Tim had kept the dog locked up while she was there. She watched the dog do his business and walk directly back to the glass to be let in. She obliged. Immediately, the dog jumped on her, putting its powerful front paws on her chest and knocking her back on the hard floor.
She found herself flat on her back after the unexpected push, the wind knocked out of her chest and the dog standing over her, pinning her down. This was not going as she thought it would. When she twisted to move out from under the dog, he flopped down on her chest and began licking her entire face. Emery moved her face from side to side to try to get relief from the licking, but that just made him lick more. Now he was licking her hair, his entire furry body on top of her. She was pinned down and could hardly breathe.
“Rex!”
The dog immediately stood up and ran to where Tim stood, naked, at the bottom of the stairs. The moonlight did wonderful things to the curves and ridges of his body.
Emery tried to smooth her hair back and wiped dog slobber off her face with the sleeve of his shirt.
“See why I had him in the bathroom? I’m still training him, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you.” Tim scratched Rex’s head, clearly still half asleep.
Emery rolled up to sit and Tim extended his hand to help her stand. When he did, Rex growled and stood between them.
“Oh, and also he doesn’t really like anyone touching me.” Tim dropped her hand and patted Rex on the head. “Let me go put him back in the bathroom, and then you can come back up.”
Emery admired his ass as he pulled Rex up the stairs. She sighed. At least when she’d let her mind evaporate, she’d had sex four times. From a straight up girl perspective, four incredible times. That should last for a while. She’d already reconciled the fact this was an exception to her solitary life, to allow him in for a night and let go of her fear of getting close to anyone. If he wanted to sleep with her after only one sort of date, he just wanted sex anyway. Based on that fact, she’d let herself be swept away with him.
Looking around, she tried to remember where her phone was and saw it on counter. She hit the button to see what time it was. The phone read 4:34 am, but it wasn’t her phone because she saw about five messages from Stephanie, each one making it clear that she was worried because she hadn’t heard from him. Emery pressed the button and memorized the messages so it would fuel her tearing herself away from this person she didn’t know.