Now that surprises me.
She looks down at her nails. “Don’t get me wrong, we wanted to help out, but that wasn’t our main intention. In fact, Jake was going to be the one to speak to you, then Levi and I started talking and decided that I should be the one to do the honors.” Kamilatakes a step toward me. “Whatever’s going on between you and Emma is making her happymostof the time. Notice I emphasized ‘most.’ Did you notice that?” I nod, feeling stupid for being intimidated by a five-foot-three twenty-one-year-old. “Good. Now, the other times when she doesn’t look as happy, she seems distracted and confused. I know Emma. I’ve known her for over three years now, and if you guys were dating, she would’ve told us. She may hate talking about her sex and love life, but when it’s something serious, we’ll know.” She takes another step forward. “I’ve been down the ‘it’s complicated’ road before, Grayson, and it got worse before it got better. I was lucky, and I ended up with my soul mate, but my story is rare, as I’m sure you know as a divorced thirty-one-year-old man.” There’s light sarcasm and sassiness in her tone.And here I thought Emma was straightforward.“My point is, do not make the mistake of letting her go. Emma is a big girl and can handle things on her own. Trust me when I say she’s stronger than any of us and won’t take shit from anyone, let alone a man. This is a warning and a favor—this isn’t me trying to scare you away.” Kamila emphasizes each word. “If you fuck up, and I mean really fuck up, you’ll lose her for good. Emma isn’t somebody you find every day. She’s one in a million, and I’m not saying that just because I’m her best friend—it’s the literal truth.”
“I know,” I say quickly. “I know how special she is.”
Kamila nods. “Good. Just remember that this is me being nice. I don’t like interfering in my friends’ love lives like this, but you seem like a nice man…from the little I’ve seen.” She looks at me from head to toe. “I wish you guys the best.”
“Thank you?”
Kamila walks away without saying another word, and it’s only when she’s back in the kitchen that I finally take a breath.
Fucking hell, women are scary.For a woman who says she’s not threatening me, it sure sounds like she is. Still, Kamila’s words ring true. I know Emma’s special, I know she has people who love her, and I know she deserves to be treated like royalty. I’ve been told by two different people now, and I’ve seen it firsthand.
I know damn well that I’ll lose her if I don’t make up my mind by the end of the semester on how far I want this to go. I know I want her, and I’m not ready to lose her. She is the first woman who’s made me open up so quickly, the only one to make me whimper in bed, and I want to punch myself in the dick for not being able to take the next step.
Jamal walks out of the kitchen. “I gotta go pick up AJ from work. Do you need help with anything else?”
I shake my head.
“Are you good?”
I nod and then shake my head again.
“Oh, you’re a fucking mess. She’s really gotten to you.”
A sarcastic laugh leaves me. “Dude, you have no idea.”
He pats my shoulder and leaves to pick up his girlfriend. Unlike me, Jamal has it all—a stable full-time job, a healthy love life, and a family he sees often.
The passing thought makes me want to rip Emma out of the kitchen and take her somewhere we can be alone. I settle for sending a text instead.
Me: Meet me in my office on the other side of the building in five minutes.
Bubbles appear ten seconds later, and I wait for her response, tapping my foot.
Emma: I’ll see you in five.
Smiling, I walk to my office and clear everything off my desk since it’s necessary for my plan.
Exactly five minutes later, there’s a knock on my door, and Emma comes in quickly.
“My friends left without me and didn’t ask any questions when I said I was staying behind. I’m assuming they already know, and I wanted you to know that.” She looks around the room, and I take in her outfit consisting of jeans and a dark gray T-shirt. She has no makeup on and is wearing the sneakers she only wears when she’s here or going to the gym. It’s the opposite of her usual attire, which makes her look straight out of a fashionmagazine, but this is just as attractive. “I didn’t know you had an office here. I should’ve guessed?—”
I cross the room and slam my mouth onto hers, tilting her head back.
She squeals like she does whenever she’s surprised, then wraps her arms around my back and kisses me just as fiercely. I lick her lips, asking her to let me in. Her mouth opens, and our tongues clash as we fight for dominance.
We don’t stop kissing and moaning as I lock the door behind her and pick her up, feeling her legs wrap around me instantly.
Unlike this morning, our kiss is purely sensual and makes me rock hard. Earlier, it was something entirely different that left me in shock and nervous as all hell. It was too much, and we both knew it. But this…this is what we’re good at.
I set her down and pull my lips away from hers, kissing down her neck, and her light moans drift through the room.
“What are you doing?” she exhales.
“I’m going to lick your pussy for the first time, Princess.” She shivers, and the satisfaction that always comes after she does that courses through me. Unbuttoning her jeans and lowering her underwear, I take the time to take her sneakers off too, wanting her fully undressed.
I back away and point to the desk. “Sit.” Her pupils are fully dilated as she hops onto the desk in one swift movement. I rub my dick through my own jeans. “Now take your shirt and bra off.” Emma’s eyelids droop as she slowly grabs the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it off, before unclasping her plain black bra, exposing her perky tits and perfect body. “Fucking gorgeous.” Her breath catches, and her legs slowly fall open, chest rising and falling heavier than before. Her wet pussy glints with her arousal, making me groan. “And you look fucking delicious.”