The chemistry certainly wasn’t a one-way street. Even if Emmett hadn’t found Kaylee attractive from the get-go – which he did, being a sucker for dark-haired confident women – the experience of sharing in her art was not only an incredible insight, but also profoundly intimate.
So when she mentioned being wet from his simply making the only observation Emmett thought possible when faced with an image as exquisite as Kaylee at the height of pleasure, it sent a shiver up Emmett’s spine. A thrill of anticipation and opportunity … and then Kaylee opened up another door of potential entry.
“Mmmmm.” Turning more towards Kaylee, Emmett wrapped one big hand around the back of her neck, thumb stroking the hinge of her jaw as he leaned in to kiss her. He took his time, tasting her mouth and getting to know her responses as he lapped softly at the soft inside of her pretty upper lip. Once he was past the initial threshold, though, Emmett shifted his hips closer on the sofa and lifted his other hand to hold Kaylee’s side, his thumb smoothing against the soft underside of her breast and up to her nipple.
Kisses growing more urgent, Emmett murmured, “I wanna shake your goddamn walls, honey, I wanna shake you down to the bones.” He bit gently against her cheek, his breath warm against the edge of her eye. “I always wanted to get up close and personal with a real, honest piece of art.”
She loved that kick of anticipation, when you knew what was coming and time seemed to slow down. Emmett’s hand seemed to ensnare her senses, the way he leaned in to kiss her made her insides gooey before he’d even pressed his mouth to her own. Kaylee let out a breathy sigh into the contact, melting into it willingly, feeling the kiss soak up into her pores, fill the spaces between her cells. If she took a picture of this moment she’d filter it through a sepia tone, give the shadows an aged brown that made things look antiqued. Not that his touch didn’t make her feel like she’d gone vividly colored, but because sometimes souls felt so familiar. It felt like her insides knew Emmett already, that they were old friends from another life and while their minds didn’t remember their spirits did.
Her arms slung around his neck slowly as as his hand worked up her side. She gave him a responsive moan as he followed the curve of her breast and his thumb circled her nipple, her body pushing closer with the same need that a plant arches towards sunlight. Need flamed her insides, and she could feel it growing in him as the kisses grew more urgent, a rumbling under their skin like two volcanoes about to erupt. At his words Kaylee shifted, fluid movements putting her in Emmett’s lap, legs braced on either side of him. She let her fingers dive into the softness of his hair, pulling, massaging, as she memorized the taste of him and how good their mouths fit together.
A husky laugh came out of her as he bit her cheek, and she pressed her forehead flush to his. “Can’t get any closer than this,” she murmured, eyes lit with lust and her cheeks flushing as the heat consumed her. Her left hand began to carve a path down his chest, pausing to circle a nipple through his shirt as she kissed him again. “You’re not a passive observer,” she murmured against his mouth, her hand at his stomach now, pulling up the fabric of his shirt so that she could let her fingertips trace the warm skin. “You’re in it, the art. You’re as much an artist right now as I am, every touch paints me in invisible ink.” She pulled away to let her lips trace the curve of his neck, sucking against his pulse point and letting her hips playfully push down and forward, shuddering at the tiny hint of friction and how it felt like an earthquake inside her.
