pulled her hard against his cock before releasing her mouth.
“I want you, Emma. Don’t doubt that. But I don’t want to do something you’ll regret in the morning, or worse, not even remember.”
She stared at him with wide brown eyes. “I don’t think I can forget that.” She shifted and laid her head against his bare chest, her cheek cool against his skin. “Okay, you won’t stay, but don’t leave just yet, Will. I don’t want to be alone.”
Chapter Two
Thump. Thump. Thump.
With a groan, Emma rolled from her stomach to her back. God, she had the mother of all headaches. Note to self—don’t overindulge ever again.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
What the hell was that? Who on earth would be at her door at… What time was it anyway? One hand to her head, she sat up and squinted at the clock. Shit. It was after eleven. Her friends were there to pick her up. And ready to bust the door down by the sound of things.
Emma took a deep breath, got out of bed and looked down at herself. God, she hadn’t even taken the time to change when she got home last night. She shook her head. She’d have to tell them to go on ahead of her so she could shower. They wouldn’t want to wait—once Ana had shopping on the brain, there wasn’t an ounce of patience in her. Groggily, Emma headed to the stairs, hand to her aching head. At least they’d stopped banging on the door. She made it to the third step before she stopped, stunned at the scene before her.
Oh. My. God. It was Will. From last night. Standing inside her foyer with his back to her. He was barefoot in those yummy pants, and even from this angle, she could see his white shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open. What was he doing here? Had he spent the night? She closed her eyes in disgust.
Obviously he had, otherwise he wouldn’t be answering her door like that.
“Who the fuck are you, and where the hell is my sister?”
She groaned inwardly. Her older—and very overprotective—brother, Mark. Lovely. Just freakin’ lovely.
“Emma’s sleeping.”
Just the sound of Will’s deep voice set her clit to twitching. Which was highly inappropriate, she was certain, considering the situation.
“That doesn’t answer the first question, buddy. Who the hell are you?”
Emma hurried down the rest of the stairs and over to stand next to Will.
Mark wasn’t alone. Matt was with him, leaning against the doorframe, looking mighty entertained with the whole situation.
Embarrassment heated her neck and face—and began to flame when she saw her nieces standing behind Mark. They peeked around their dad’s legs and smiled at her.
“G’morning. What’s going on?” She forced herself to look her older brother full in the face.
“Who is this, Emma Rose?”
Oh great, he was double-naming her. Emma placed her hand on Will’s arm and moved closer, still too chicken shit to look at him.
“This is a friend of mine. And you’re acting like a jerk.”
“Does your ‘friend’ have a name?” he sneered.
Matt chose that moment to straighten, take a step forward and offer his hand to Will. “I’m Matt and this is Mark. Obviously, we’re Emma’s brothers.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Will…Emma’s friend.”
She chanced a look at him and saw his amused smile. He reached up and patted the hand that clutched his arm.
Stop it, she mentally ordered her clit. I will not orgasm in front of my brothers because of a look and a hot voice!
She noticed movement by the street and tilted her head to get a better look. Oh and it just kept getting better and better. Hannah, Ana and Lynn were strolling up her walk, pissed off looks on each of their faces. Emma knew it was because of her brothers’ presence.
“Well, well, what have we…” Lynn trailed off as she stepped up beside Matt and saw Will standing next to Emma. “Hey, Will. Fancy meeting you here.”
“Morning, ladies.” He grinned at her friends then down at her. Damn him, he was