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Chapter 14

It's been one entire week since Emmett took me to the movies. It's been two weeks since we kissed, touched, did anything, and it's wearing on my very last nerve. I'm anxious, jumpy — horny like a teenage boy. My days are an endless cycle of temptation, and part of me thinks Emmett's even doing this on purpose. Like he's taking one very well-studied page out of the ladies' playbook on how to seduce a guy and is using it on me.

He almost caught me last night, too. I went to bed early, with the white lie of being tired. The truth was, that after going to empty my side of the apartment — which wasn't much and is currently stored in Garrett's garage — I finally had my vibrator again. I planned on giving myself a little me- time and disappeared into the bedroom early. Instead, Emmett barged into his bedroom, dressed in nothing but a fucking towel as he claimed to have forgotten his sweats.

I don't know how I'm containing myself, how I can refrain from jumping Emmett's bones because part of me wants nothing more. I'm just...afraid. If he can make me feel the way he has by just kissing me — I can't imagine what more of Emmett might do to me…

A knock on the bedroom door startles me, and I quickly pull my tank over my head. It's a little crooked, my nipples hard against the fabric. It's the first night I'm forgoing a bra at night. I simply don't care if I run into Jasper or Emmett anymore. Especially Emmett.

"Yeah?"

The door opens, Emmett's wide grin making my heart sing. I sit down on the bed, my legs up, tugging at the hem of my yoga shorts. They are the ones that used to drive Irina crazy, the ones she forbade me to ever wear at the gym again. I think Emmett likes them, too. His eyes kept fluttering down to my legs when I wore them yesterday. Today's no different, his gaze halting, tracing my chest, lingering at the tops of my thighs.

"Can I come in?" he asks, his fingers curled around the edge of the door. I nod, the open door revealing Emmett, bare-chested, and my own personal wet dream in pale blue sweats that accentuate everything.

He sits down next to me on the bed, and just when I think he'll put his hand on my pulled-up knee, he runs it through his hair instead. It's grown out slightly, giving him some sort of boyish charm. His biceps flex, making the ink on his skin dance with his movements before he leans back onto the palms of his hands, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight.

"So, Alice is coming over on Friday. Are you okay with that? Her place is being exterminated since her building was dealing with some stubborn bug family that keeps on growing."

"Wow, is she okay?" I ask, a shudder running through me as I think about insects crawling around my living space. Ew.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's at her parents' house now until she's washed all of her clothes and sheets. She's totally disgusted by everything that was in her apartment." Emmett chuckles.

"I bet… Just the thought of all those bugs has my skin crawling." I wrinkle my nose in utter disgust, and Emmett teases me, his fingertips flying over my arms and sides with the least amount of pressure possible. It tickles so badly I fall into him, a sharp intake of breath falling from his lips. I hear him mutter a 'fuck' before I realize my chest is crushed against his, nothing between us but my flimsy cotton tank top, my nipples so hard I'm sure he can feel them. I feel something else too, my thigh against his, the hard evidence of his attraction nudging against my knee. Oh my fuck.

I lick my lips, cheeks burning as I sit up straight again, pulling away with an aching heart. I want to kiss you — it's written all over the look in my eyes as I gaze up at him. My expression is mirrored in his blues, and I wish he would just do it — kiss me again — but I know he won't. Emmett is keeping his word. Unfortunately.

"So, are you okay with her staying over?" he asks again. I'm pulled away from my thoughts of us staying in this room forever and blink a couple of times, flustered.

"Of course! She's your roommate's girlfriend. You shouldn't have to ask me, Emm." I smile at him and tuck some of my hair behind my ear. A few strands tickle my cleavage, and as I wipe the wisps away, I catch Emmett following the path of my fingers. I swallow thickly, the bulge in his pants still very much there — taunting me, tempting me. I haven't felt this way in so long, but the feeling of desire, pure wanton desire, doesn't escape me.

"Well, you're my friend. And you're my roommate, too." He winks, a crooked smile showing off one of the deep dimples in his scruffed cheeks. I bite back a heavy sigh as he stands, firm ass encased in thick cotton, the rippling muscles in his back, underneath his tattoos, making me want to see him work out. I've seen the way his forearms flex as he tends to an engine, but man, how I want to see his abs tense and thighs quiver — in any situation that would let me. Fuck. I'm so screwed.

It's almost Friday. I'll make a move then. I'm making a promise to myself, but in the meantime, I'm going to give Emmett McCarty a taste of his own medicine. If Emmett wants to tease, he'll see I'm much better at it.

I bite my lip and rub the back of my neck dramatically, throwing my head back, baring my throatto him. It used to be Irina's kryptonite, the way my back arched and my tits pushed forward. I can only hope it will work on Emmett, too.

"You okay?" he asks me. His voice is deep and rough, and he clears his throat after he checks me out.

"Just a little stiff," I trail off, keeping my eyes on his. His eyes burn like Greek fire, vibrant and so blue I'm lost within their depths. Emmett's breathing turns more shallow, his tongue in between his teeth as if to stop himself from talking.

"Want me to give you a little massage?" He's the epitome of cute, cheeks slightly tinged pink and his hands fidgeting in his lap.

"Are you being serious right now?" I smile brightly, feel my grin pull at my cheeks. No one's ever offered to give me a massage before, so the fact that Emmett just did makes my heart do a little summersault. "What a dumb question! Duh, of course!" I exclaim, bumping him in the shoulder with my fist, fingers lingering on his smooth, warm skin. Emmett answers my smile with a blinding one of his own, and arches a brow.

"Turn around, Ro. You're in for a treat," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. I swallow thickly, making a show of getting up on my knees before resting my ass on my heels.

I moan loudly as his skilled thumbs work out the kinks in my neck. Wow, this man can do just about anything. My heart thumps wildly, skin tingling and the situation in my pants is getting downright ridiculous. I'm throbbing, right there, the crotch of my shorts damp. I'm a travesty, turned on by his innocent little touches.

"God, you have magical fingers," I gasp. The meaning of my words hits me, eyes flying open. I'm met by silence before Emmett chuckles, his grip on the back of my neck sliding down to my shoulders.

"Oh b— Ro…" I know what he's about to say. It's probably something along the lines of 'you have no idea', or 'I've heard that before', but he doesn't. Instead, I feel him massage the muscles in my upper back, his rough fingertips sliding down the cotton of my shirt. I let my head fall to the side, catching Emmett's groan when a sound of pure pleasure escapes my lips.

"God, you're so soft," he mutters. He caresses my arms, making my breathing hitch as the very tips of his fingers graze the side of my tits.

"Emm?" I want to turn around and climb into his lap. I want to drive him crazy, want his lips on mine, on my neck, my arms … I want them everywhere. I want him everywhere.

"Yeah?" he answers softly. His hands trail down to mine, where they are resting on the tops of my bare thighs. I can feel his warm chest against my back, his heat burning through my top, my heart skipping a beat when he intertwines his fingers with mine.

I lean back, sighing before I take a deep breath, his scent surrounding me, his presence a warm hug of confidence, man, and something else I can't quite place.

"I—" I take a deep breath in hopes of it calming myself down, but it only fuels my desire.

Come on, Rose. You can do it. Say it. 'I want you to kiss me.'

A sudden knock on the door combined with the endless ringing of the doorbell startles us, and I feel Emmett jerk away from me.

"Emm! I forgot my key!"

Motherfucking fucking cockblocking fucker.

"God fucking damnit!" Emmett exclaims. He mutters a string of profanities under his breath as he breaks away from me, his face red and the way he walks off telling me that he's as agitated as I feel right now.

I fall back on the bed, grumbling under my breath.

Missed another perfectly good chance.

Two more days until Friday… Time for another plan.