Chapter ThirteenJenna
As soon as our hotel room door swings shut behind us, we crash together in a desperate fever of lust. Emmett’s body, his desire, is hard against my belly. It makes my knees weak.
We tear at each other’s clothes in a frenzy, racing for the primal contact of skin on skin. My dress is unzipped and it falls to a puddle at my feet. Next, he gets my bra off and flings it aside. My fingers fumble halfway down his shirt buttons and pause at the sultry caress of his mouth on my sensitive breasts.
“Emmett . . .” I groan, pushing my fingers into his hair.
His arm wraps around my waist to pull me against him. His bulge presses into my stomach, so hot and hard it feels like it could burn straight through my panties to where I want it most. I shiver and try to rock against it b
