Unbreakable(33)

We eat and talk for a half an hour before Emmy finally digs into her Pixy Stix. She rips open the top of a straw and downs the entire thing in one go. Her eyes close, and a look of pure bliss spreads across her face.

I grin. “Still good, eh?”

Emmy sighs happily. “Better than good. Amazing. I’m saving the rest of them for later. Cherry is still the best flavor.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Her phone buzzes with an alert. “Uh-oh,” she says, glancing down. “We have a weather warning. Severe storms on the way.” She shows me the radar on her phone, and it’s a wall of reds and purples heading right for our area.

“Shit. We should pack up. Looks like they’ll be here soon, and we still have to walk back. Don’t want to be stuck in this rickety shack in a bad storm.”

Emmy sighs and slips her phone into her pocket. “Damn. I was having such fun.”

I reach over and cover her hand with mine. “We still have a few days left.” I rub my thumb back and forth across her smooth skin. “Lots of time for fun, Sunshine.”

“I’m holding you to that, Mav,” she says, smiling.

We clean up our mess and go back outside into the forest. Emmy stops to take another photo of the little cabin.

I stand a few feet away, watching her. The sun streams down through the trees, and as her dark hair catches the rays, it shimmers with gold highlights. She’s breathtaking.

I wonder if there’s ever going to be a time when she doesn’t take my breath away. Somehow, I doubt it.

Emmy turns around and slowly walks toward me.

“You’re staring at me,” she whispers.

“That’s because you’re so damn beautiful.”

A pink blush stains her cheeks, and that’s it—I’m done. I drop the knapsack on the forest floor and haul her into my arms. I press my lips to hers, and she lets out a soft sigh.

She tastes sweet, like cherries and sugar. I back her up against a big tree trunk and claim her mouth over and over again.

“So f*cking sweet,” I say between kisses. “God, honey. I can’t get enough of you.”

Her eyelids flutter closed when I place my lips against the hollow of her throat. “Mmm. Will.”

In my fantasies, I’d always wondered how my name would sound on her lips when we were intimate. Soft? Breathy? Sexy? Real life is so much better, because it’s a combination of all three. Hearing her say it drives me a little crazy. I drop my hands down to her ass and pull her closer. I’m hard as hell right now, and I groan when she grinds her pelvis against mine.

“Please, Will. I want you. I want you so much.” She looks up at me with hooded eyes full of desire. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I put a condom in my pocket just in case we needed it.”

If Emmy were any other girl, I’d take her right against this tree. Right here, right now. But Emmy isn’t just a quick f*ck. I don’t want our first time to be out here in the woods. I have big plans, and none of them involve tree bark burns on her sweet little ass while we f*ck. I want to take my time.

“I want you, too, honey,” I whisper, kissing her neck. “I want you so f*cking much I can barely think. But we have to get back to the cottage.”

She whimpers, and my resolve slips a little. But then the sun fades behind a cloud, and it’s suddenly a lot darker in the forest than it should be at this time of day.

“Storms are coming, remember?” I kiss her temple. “We don’t want to be stuck out here in the middle of that.”

Emmy lets out a little laugh. “Why not? It’s kind of becoming a thing with us.”

I take her hand and lead her through the forest as the first sound of thunder rumbles in the distance. “Not if I can help it. C’mon Sunshine, move those feet. We gotta go.”





Chapter Fifteen





EMMY




Will stands in the kitchen, pulling various items out of the fridge.

“Em, I’m going to prep some stuff to grill for dinner. I thought I’d make chicken and veggie kabobs.”

When he bends over to pull something from the lower shelf, I get a great view of his sexy hockey ass. Yes, hockey ass is a real thing. You could bounce a quarter off of that butt.

Yummy.

“Um, sure. That sounds great.” Lucky for me, it looks even better.

He glances over and catches me watching him. “Are you staring at my ass?”

“It’s kind of glorious,” I admit.

He snickers. “Thank you. But it’s not nearly as perfect as yours.”

“Doubtful.” I sigh and take a drink from my water bottle.

We arrived back at the cottage just as the storm started, but thankfully it only lasted twenty minutes. The picnic table is already dry from the hot sun, which is good since we’re eating dinner outside.

Will and I spent the past two hours making out on the couch. My lips are still numb and a little swollen from kissing. Will’s an amazing kisser. I’m still fighting off butterflies from the sexy things he whispered in my ear.

I was practically panting with desire; I was so lost in him. I thought that we’d finally have sex right on the couch. But like the other night, his hands only skimmed over the places I needed him to touch the most. I almost resorted to begging, but there’s something incredibly sweet about how gentle and slow he’s going.