you all day.”
Scowling at Todd, Alan finally spoke . “And you said it would do me good to get out.”
Emily’s throat tightened. He really didn’t want to see her, and he was pissed at Todd for bringing him to her house. At that point, screaming seemed a viable option.
“ I was right, too,” Todd insisted. “We went to lunch and a basketball game and had a great time.”
Des pite her despair, Emily couldn’t help seeing the humor. “You took Alan to a basketball game?”
“Well, yeah,” Todd replied. “I had tickets—student discount, you know—and at the last minute, Staci had to work and couldn’t go with me, so I asked Alan.”
“But he doesn’t even like sports.”
Todd grinned. “ Trust me, I heard all about it.”
“ Didn’t I tell you I should stay home in case she tried to call me?” Alan demanded. “I knew my answering machine wasn’t working, and I told you that. But nooo. I just had to go with you.”
“I believe I’ve made up for that ,” Todd said, stifling a chuckle. “You can thank me later. Right now, I’d like to introduce you to my sister, Emily Carmichael. I think you two might have been made for each other.” With a mischievous smile, he added, “She doesn’t like sports, either.”
“Emily Carmichael,” Alan repeated, as though committing her name to memory. “Have you really been calling me all day?”
She nodded. “Really, really.”
“You’ll see he gets home, won’t you , Em?” Given that he was already stepping off the porch, Todd’s question was more of a statement.
“Sure thing,” she replied, gazing up into a pair of twinkling blue eyes she never thought she’d see again.
“ Not right away, though.” Alan waved goodbye to Todd who was now skipping over to his car, looking extremely pleased with himself. “Okay if I come in?”
“Yes, but hurry up. It’s freezing out here.” She pushed the door open further, motioning him inside.
He hesitated. “I’ll be all over you, Emily. The coat thing won’t even begin to compare with what I’ll do next. Are you sure ?”
“Absolutely . Get in here.”
Alan stepped across the threshold . Strolling into the living room, he began with his jacket and didn’t stop until there was nothing left on him but a wristwatch.
“I never wear clothes at home,” he said. “Boxers, sometimes, but not much else.”
Emily’s mouth went dry. “You aren’t at home.”
“Want me to leave?”
“Not a chance.” Now that she had him there, Emily had no intention of ever letting him leave. “I thought you needed contact and liked to kiss a lot.”
“Your point?”
“You aren’t close enough to do either one.”
“That’s your job. Come over here, and I’ll give you all the hugs and kisses you want.”
Her feet remained rooted to the spot as she drank in the sight of him. Sleek muscles, a generous dusting of body hair in all the right places, and a treasure trail leading down to the most beautiful cock imaginable. Stephen’s was big. This one was a work of art.
“I don’t see anything wrong with you. T ell me again why women can’t stand you.”
“I need them too much.”
“Be more specific.”
“I need to be able to touch you, hold you, and dive into you. All the time.”
“ You can’t do that all the time,” she scoffed. “I have to go to work.”
“ So do I,” he said. “I’m talking about when we’re alone together.” He shook his head sadly. “This is how it usually goes, Emily. Once I get started, you won’t be able to stand it.”
“Try me.”
“Oh, I will—but you might wish I hadn’t.”
“Has anyone ever let you have as much as you want?”
“Nope. They’ve always worn out long before I did.”
“ Let’s see what happens, shall we? No promises, no regrets.”
Moving closer, she wound her arms around his neck, her lips seeking his. Never having kissed him before, she was unprepared for how good he would taste or how soft his lips were