Free Reckless: Shades of a Vampire by Emily Jackson Page A

did. You rubbed it back. You said you wanted to fuck. I almost lost my shit. I said I wanted to fuck you.
    "I thought you wanted me. I wanted you. No, I want you. As in, present tense.”
    “I…”
    Emma is standing before Josh. He’s dressed in blue jeans and a dark t-shirt, so she can barely see his image in the nightfall. But she can smell his musk, a mix of summer sweat and dust that has fermented throughout the day to an alluring aroma.
    Emma's breathing shortens, and her stomach starts contracts with each inhalation as she looks at Josh. She feels sweat beading just above her buttocks, in the small of her back. Her panties are dampening and her nipples are erect.
    “I want to talk,” Emma says. “That’s all. I don’t do anything else.”
    “You’ve never been with a man? Preacher’s daughter is a virgin?”
    “No,” she says. “I mean yes.”
    “You’re shitting me.”
    “No.”
    “C’mon, Emma. You never been with a man?”
    “I kissed a boy once,” Emma says. “I kissed him, that’s all.
    “I know it was wrong.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with kissing, Emma,” Josh says. “Where in the Bible does it say that? God made man. God made woman. He made them fit together, like this (fitting his hands together). And it feels good. You should try it.
    “What does your Daddy say about that?”
    “Plenty,” Emma says. “He says it is wrong if you are not married. He says it is wrong to want it.”
    “You don’t have to be married to kiss,” Josh says.
    “No. The Bible doesn’t say kissing is wrong,” Emma says. “Unless…”
    “Unless what?”
    “Unless there’s lust,” Emma says. “It is wrong to lust.”
    “Well,” Josh says. “Shit. That’s all I got to say. Shit. A lot of people done wrong then. I guess everybody lusts Emma.”
    “But it’s wrong,” Emma says. “My father says it is wrong. The Bible says it is wrong.”
    “Well, maybe we should just kiss then. But not lust.”
    “That would be okay,” Emma says. "That's just what I was thinking anyway. We'll just kiss."
    Josh can see Emma perfectly well in the darkness, as her dress and blonde locks illuminate in the moonlight seeping in the door and filling in behind her. The eyelets of lace around her neck and arms glow, and he glances at her summer-toned legs. They shine slightly like the structure beneath a lighthouse beacon.
    “I’ll kiss you,” Josh says. “But I’m gonna want more. I’m just saying.”
    Josh is more than half a foot taller than Emma. He leans his head down toward hers. He twists his head sideways. He looks at the nape of her neck, brushing it softly with his right hand.
    She closes her eyes and exhales.
    Josh runs his fingers from her neck to and through the strands of her hair. She feels his breath warming her neck. Her torso warms along with it.
    Josh clutches his left hand tightly against her lower back, pulling her toward him. She makes a faint grunting noise, and opens her lips slightly. She licks them, her lips, as she did in practice in front of the mirror.
    Josh pushes his tongue into her mouth in a straight rigid line, and curls the tip up, licking the top underside of her gums.
    “Mmmm,” she murmurs.
    Emma opens her mouth wider, rubbing her tongue vigorously against the tip of Josh’s tongue. She licks his teeth, his tongue, and the roof of his mouth, pushing her opened mouth harder and further into his. She wraps her hands and arms around Josh’s waist, drawing him against her body. She feels him firmly against her stomach, and she applies her weight to his while slowly lowering herself to the ground, and pulling him slowly along.
    Emma unbuckles her knees and hastens the drop to the barn floor, tugging Josh down as she sashays to the ground, their mouths and tongues interlocked in wet embrace. Josh thrusts his pelvis into her groin. She rubs her hair, freeing the left side from the bobby pin. It flitters into the hay as do they.
    “Ahhhhhhh,” Emma moans.
    Josh pushes