Page 87 of His Temptation

“No, thanks.” But after a minute, he looked at the bowl and grabbed one.

“Thief.” I scooped some cream on my finger and dabbed it on his chin.

“Big mistake,” Emery said, giving me a devilish grin.

“Hey, I played football. I know how to tackle. You don’t wanna mess with me.”

“Oh yeah?” Emery grabbed the can and squirted it in my face.

I closed my eyes and wiped it off before grabbing a handful of the creamy strawberries and wiping it across his chest. That started a war between us. I laughed as Emery pinned me to the bed and sprayed whipped cream all over me. I tried to gain the upper hand but was instead left to his mercy.

By the end of the fight, we were both sticky but were smiling like crazy.

“Come on,” Emery said, getting off the bed and offering me his hand. “That shower is calling my name.”

“What about the bed?” I asked, seeing whipped cream, strawberry pieces, and juice all over his comforter and nice sheets.Shit.Mr. Organization and Cleanliness wasn’t going to appreciate the mess.

“It can wait.” Emery led me to the bathroom.

I stared at his naked ass as he went over to the shower and started the water. He was too gorgeous. And not only that, he was damn fun too. I would’ve never imagined he’d do something like that—making a huge mess in his bed. Not with his need for everything to be spotless. Pink marks streaked his torso from us rolling around, and white stuff was caked in his hair. One look at myself in the mirror showed me I looked way worse, though.

I grinned at my reflection.

Emery moved aside the shower curtain and stepped into the tub, and I stepped in behind him. Then, his arms were around me and he was pushing me against the wall, kissing me beneath the warm water.

I wished the moment would last forever.

***

“Mornin’, handsome,” Emery said, as I opened my eyes. I’d never seen him smile so much. He usually held things back, even when we were having a good time. I’d catch him about to say something, only to press his lips together and look to the side. Holding his feelings inside.

Now he seemed relaxed. Open.

Happy.

“Morning.” I yawned as I stretched my arms above me.

“You’re like a cat,” he said, still smiling.

“A lion,” I corrected, throwing an arm across his chest and nuzzling his shoulder.

“A lion cub.”

I snorted a laugh and tilted my head for a kiss, which he obliged. You knew a guy really cared about you if he didn’t mind your morning breath. And you knew the same about him when you didn’t mind his.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Emery asked, caressing my back.

“You.”

He smiled against my lips. “Cannibal.”

“Do you think cannibals who are banging give each other head?” I asked. “A lot of trust would have to be involved.”

Emery dropped his head back onto the pillow, laughing. “Where do you come up with this crap?”

“Saw it on Facebook.”

“Social media will rot your brain,” he said, pulling me closer.