Chapter 9

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed.

I looked around the room for Emmett, but he wasn't there. Sadness welled up in me.

So much for waking me up…That was the only thought that went through my head.

I got sat up in the bed and suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded.

I let myself fall back against the pillow, but the room started spinning and the lightheadedness got even worse than it had been moments ago….

The door suddenly opened, and Emmett walked in. He smiled at me. "Morning sleeping beautiful, sorry I didn't wake you up earlier. I cooked you breakfast, and it took me a couple of times to get it right, I wanted to surprise you. "He said innocently.

I smiled, so he hadn't forgotten about waking me up. I scoffed at the innocence in his voice. "You're just buttering me up so I won't get mad at you."I said.

He smiled. "Is it working?"He asked.

I rolled my eyes, and then laughed. "Maybe."I said.

"Good, now do I have to pick you up and take you to breakfast, or are you going to get up?"He asked.

I gave him a look of uncertainty. "I feel really dizzy right now; give me a minute or two to get myself back together."I said.

"You're probably dizzy because you haven't eaten since you've gotten here. "He said.

"Yeah…you're right."I said, now that I thought about it.

"And you're going to be eating right now, and I'm going to carry you out into the kitchen, either you like it or not." he said, authority dripping from his tone.

I sighed. "Okay fine."

No arguing with Emmett I guess.

He walked over to me and put his arms underneath me.

His hand brushed my rump, and that made me jump. I yelped loudly without realizing it.

He pulled back at once. "Did I hurt you?!" he asked frantically.

I shook my head no. "I just….I don't know, I just had a flash back I think…that's all."I said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

I looked up into his eyes. They were filled to the brim with concern. I shook my head. "No…no, I really don't want to talk about anything from the past….It's just too much sometimes. And I do anything I possibly can to keep the past where it's supposed to be. In the past, I don't like bringing up things that have already has past." I said, and I gave him an apologetic look.

He smiled at me gently, and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry about it honey. Its fine, I understand…well not really…but I'll try. For you." He said.

I kissed him back on the lips. "Thank you for understanding." I said against his lips.

He kissed me for a while, and then pulled away when we started getting carried away. "Enough of that. I would sit here and lip lock with you all day long, but you need to eat before you're nothing but skin and bones." He said.

His cheeks were flushed and his lips here swollen, as were mine. But I wanted to kiss him more. I liked kissing Emmett. He made me feel special when he kissed me. He's definitely special to me though. He's the first 'male' that actually has kissed and treated me with kindness.

Memories of my father…raping came into mind. I held back a shudder when I thought of all those things that bastard had done to me over the horrid years I lived with him. My hatred for him bubbled up, but soon was gone when Emmett hoisted me up into his arms.

"I hope you like pancakes." Emmett said.

"Never had them." I said.

"Man that sucks, you've been missing out. Pancakes are awesome. But my mom's a better cook than I am. Maybe someday you can try hers, when you meet her that is." He said.

"I'd like that, to meet your parents." I said.

He smiled and brushed a kiss over my hair.

I let loose my coiled up muscles, letting myself relax in hi s arms.

"Where you scared that I wasn't going to be able to hold you?" he teased.

I blushed. "Yeah apparently, I'm not exactly small." I said, biting the words out.

He scoffed. "That is such a lie. You don't weigh a thing to me. So don't bite on yourself about your weight, you're as light as a feather." He growled into my ear.

I shivered from the contact of his hot breath against my skin. Even though I wasn't cold, he always managed to make me shiver in some way or another.

When we got to the kitchen he didn't set me down until he got the chair out from under the table.

He set me down carefully in the chair, as though I would break if I was jostled too much.

"You don't have to be gentle with me Emmett. I'm not made of glass." I said when I finally made it down in the chair.

He scoffed. "You are so wrong about that. You are made of glass to me. And you're more precious to me than most people. So don't blame for not wanting to hurt you in any way." He said.

I flinched at his words. "That's not what I meant…" I started.

"Than what did you mean?" he asked calmly.

I looked up at him, and met his eyes. "I meant that you don't have to treat me like a little china doll that will break if it's dropped. And I'm also not a little child, so you don't have to act as though I am. You can just relax okay. You won't hurt me, not intentionally anyways." I said.

He looked away from me and turned his back toward me and picked up two plates of pancakes.

He set one down in front of me, and then sat down in the chair next to me.

He sighed and put one arm around me, then pulled me towards him. I went willingly and when he kissed me, I kissed him back feverishly.

His tongue brushed over the outside of my lower lip. I opened my mouth in answer and he took the invite.

He kissed me breathless before he decided to pull away. When he did pull away, my breathing was harsh and frantic.

"What was that for?" I asked breathlessly.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my swollen lower lip, and he shrugged. "I just wanted to get a taste of you for breakfast. And boy was it good." He said.

I blushed at the calm tone in his voice. Geez….he's going to make my die from blushing so much….

"Was it?" I asked.

He gave me a small smile and nodded. "Oh yeah, better than any pancakes I've ever tasted." He said.

I gave him a confused look. "I taste like pancakes?" I asked, uncertainly.

"No, not on your mouth you don't….but in the other spot I don't know…yet." He said.

I blushed at the thought. "That's disgusting." I hissed, turning away my tomato red face.

"Maybe if you haven't had it done before. But to me the thought isn't gross." He said, shrugging.

"Well you can forget about doing that my good man." I said.

He wrapped his arms around me and dragged me up onto his lap. I squawked as he did, and struggled to get away from him.

"What the hell!" I squealed.

"I've changed my mind of what I want for breakfast. I don't want pancakes." He said his voice husky.

I blushed so much that from my hairline to my neck turned red. "W-what do you w-w-want then?" I asked.

He pressed his lips into the hollow below my ear, than set his lips up against my ear to whisper in it. "You." He breathed.

And with that, he lowered his head and started sucking on the sensitive skin on my neck.

Shivers of pleasure went up my spine and danced along my skin as Emmett's tongue and teeth went to work of driving me crazy.

I shifted uncomfortably in his arms, trying to break free from his mouth, and of him.

But he didn't allow that. His arms constricted around me like a snake on its prey. He didn't tighten up his grip enough to hurt me, just to restrict my movements.

I moaned when Emmett bit lightly into the side of my neck. He laughed darkly and bit the other side, causing me to moan again.

Emmett turned me around and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, opening my mouth for him.

He slid his tongue back into my mouth.

I moaned and sucked lightly on his tongue.

When I pulled away, his eyes were alight with pleasure.

Right when I was going to tell him to get to the bedroom, someone knocked on the door.