Razorblade Kisses(85)

“Hi, you look beautiful.” Tim bent to kiss her cheek, his lips grazing her cheeks sending shockwaves through her body. She hadn’t seen him in a week and she craved his touch.

“Thank you,” she whispered and followed him to his car. She couldn’t decide if she liked him better in his car or his truck. He opened the door for her and jogged around the other side.

“We’re heading out to Tybee Island.” He took off abruptly and music filled the car. “You been?”

She shook her head.

“Oh good, I can be your first time.” He winked, his tone jovial, and Emery couldn’t help but feel some of the depression of the week lift. “I can tell you’ve missed me this week.”

She shook her head at his antics. “Always so sure of yourself, Tim?”

“Pretty much,” he joked.

“Must be nice to be that sure of everything.”

The light mood changed at that statement. “Emma, you okay?”

He read her so easily.

She looked down at her hands and urged the pretending to work. She begged herself to be okay. “Yes, just a rough day.”

“You want to go back?” he asked sincerely.

“No, I’m pretty sure if anyone can take my mind off things, you can.” Emery sat back and watched historic downtown Savannah turn into the rural stretch that lead to Tybee Island. “So what restaurant are we going to?”

“I never said we were going to a restaurant.”

“No?”

Tim placed his hand on her thigh, which made all sorts of explosions go off in her body. Emery wanted to ask him to pull over so that he could touch her everywhere, which would quench a thirst for him she hadn’t allowed herself to think about. But she couldn’t.

“No,” he answered.



When they got to the island, she was feeling better. Tim had told her many stories of his work week and that eased the edginess she felt. His hand never left her thigh, but the small circles he’d started to rub with his thumb were causing a pulsing in her body. By the time they pulled into a driveway with a huge gate blocking the path, she was aching to take Tim back to her bed.

Rolling down the window, Tim pushed the button.

“Yeah,” a gruff voice broke through the sounds of crickets and other insects.

“It’s me,” he answered.

The gate opened immediately and Emery gasped at the Victorian manor in front of her. The driveway was a circle framing a fountain of an angel with water coming out of its mouth. It was grand and bizarre and she loved it. Also in the driveway were three beat up trucks and a camouflage golf cart. All different kind of little cherubs dotted the landscape.

“What is this place?”

Tim opened the door for her and she stepped out. He put his hand on her lower back, which started the pulsing again. “My grandparents’.”

Emery stopped walking. “Wait, you grew up here?”

“Yeah. Come on.” Tim applied pressure to her back with his fingertips inching her forward. Leaning down until his lips brushed her ear, Emery tensed at his touch. “Are you not wearing underwear?” His sexy whisper was full of desire.

“Could you stop touching me?” she whispered back.

This time he stopped and pulled her with him. “Why?”

“Because every time you touch me it makes me wish we were in my bed, so stop it. We’re at your grandparents’ house.” She smiled and smoothed her dress down. “And no, I’m not wearing any underwear, so think about that as we sit and talk to your grandparents.”

Tim visibly adjusted himself and muttered a few curse words, then grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the enormous front door.

Emery laughed. At least he would be as uncomfortable as she was for the rest of dinner. The door swung open and a woman with silky white chin length hair, glasses, and an apron appraised them as they walked up the stairs.

“Timmy!” She opened her arms and Tim enveloped her, lifting her up a little. “Oh!” She swatted him as he set her back on her two feet.

“Hey, Meme, this is Emma.”

Emery held out her hand to shake, but Meme just looked at it as if it were snake.

“Baby girl, we don’t shake here, we hug,” Meme said as she pulled Emery into a hug. “It’s good to finally meet you. Tim has told me all about you.”

“Oh really?” Emery raised her eyebrows at Tim.

“Oh yes, honey, he told me all about taking some of my food to you when you had a rough day. I’m so amazed at the work you do. I’m sure you have so many heartbreaking stories about those little babies.” The entire time Meme was talking she was leading them to a formal dining room.