Free Twisted Arrangement 4 by Mora Early

for her, felt the warmth mere inches from her cheek. But he stilled. Wary, she realized, because of her earlier threat.
     
    Slowly, staring into the darkness where he lay, Emma pressed her cheek into his hand. His palm was hot and smooth against her skin. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. His voice was a low rasp.
     
    “Thank you for telling me, Emma.”
     
    It was just a stupid, embarrassing college story. Yet, he made it sound as if she’d given him a gift. Maybe, in his eyes, she had. She’d told him something about herself, something real. She heard no trace of doubt in his voice, either. He believed her. A stone she hadn’t known was resting on her chest suddenly rolled off.
     
    “No problem.” Her lips curved upward. Josh’s thumb brushed over the lower one gently, sending tingling golden sparks through her veins. She should tell him to stop, pull away. This was dangerous. They lay only inches apart – when had they moved closer? – on his big bed. It would be the smallest expenditure of energy just to roll toward him, touch that smooth, broad chest and toy with the crinkled blond hair there.
     
    Josh’s thumb kept stroking. No other part of him moved, just that broad thumb, caressing her bottom lip. Then the top one. Then pressing into the seam between them. Emma’s breath caught in her throat and she parted her lips to suck in air.
     
    She gasped as he slid the first inch of his thumb into her mouth, wetting the tip, and then retreating to drag the damp digit over her lips again. The second time he slipped his finger between her parted lips, Emma closed her eyes and flicked her tongue against it.
     
    Josh groaned. The sound sent an instant lance of desire straight into the pit of her belly. He rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against her tongue and the edge of her teeth. “Christ, Emma.”
     
    His voice was ragged as she sucked gently at his finger, nipping the end lightly. Josh hissed.
     
    She needed to stop this. Now.
     
    Emma just couldn’t remember why. And then she felt the bed shift as Josh slid closer, leaned over her, and slanted his mouth over hers. He withdrew his finger, replaced it with his tongue, and Emma could barely remember her own name.
     
     
     

Chapter 5 ~ The Night Before, The Morning After
     
     
    Josh wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. Their fight had become a civil discussion, and then an intimate conversation, and now Emma’s tongue was twining with his and her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him down to her mouth.
     
    Not that he was trying to get away.
     
    He didn’t try to do anything but kiss her, despite his body’s instant and ferocious reaction to touching Emma again. His dick had snapped to attention so fast it was a wonder he hadn’t sprained something. Trapped in the confines of both his boxers and the damn sleep pants, his cock throbbed and swelled, painfully hard.
     
    “Oh god,” Emma whimpered brokenly. Her breathy voice was exquisite to his ears, but there was a note of distress there too, he thought.
     
    Josh stilled, raising his head, staring down into eyes that looked black in the darkness. Her fingers clutched tightly at his hair.
     
    “Emma, love, do you want me to stop?”
     
    She bit her lower lip, plump and damp with his kisses. The sight nearly made him forget what he’d been saying, that he intended to let her dictate what happened here. He wanted to press his mouth to hers again, to taste the dark sweetness of her, but he held on to his last shred of self-control as she scrutinized his face. Or perhaps she was examining her own inner landscape. It was difficult to read her expression in the dimness.
     
    “No,” she said finally. It was the sweetest word Josh had ever heard. “No, I don’t want you to stop, Josh.”
     
    With a groan, he lowered his head again, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hand down to cup her jaw, thumb stroking her chin, opening her wider for him. He sucked at