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Gemma has other ideas though. Keys in hand, she goes to unlock her front door, but drops the keys.
“Shit.”
“Here, let me.”
It’ll give my brain a minute to come back to center.
Gemma leans against the door as I fiddle with the key. Her coat opens to the silky top she’s wearing. It dips low. The gold compass necklace she wears sits at the top of her cleavage. One that I wouldn’t mind running my tongue over.
Fuck. I don’t think she knows how sexy she really is.
“Having trouble?” Gemma asks.
“It’s a door. I can manage.”
If only Gemma wasn’t standing so close to me.
Finally getting the key in, I unlock the door and push it open for Gemma.
“Sorry for all the trouble tonight, Blake.” Gemma shrugs out of her coat, flinging it over the back of the couch. She leans against it.
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
Gemma shrugs. “They were harmless. But I am glad you were there.”
“Why’s that?” I take a step closer to her.
“I missed seeing you.”
“You did?”
Gemma’s fiddling with the necklace adorning her chest. She nods.
“Why?”
“Because”—it’s like she’s gauging how much she wants to tell me—“because I like you, Blake.”
The urge is back.
“How much have you had to drink, Gemma?”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to kiss you, but if you’ve had too much to drink, I’m not going to do it.”
Her eyes widen. They’re darker tonight. “I had one drink. Nash tends to water them down a little too much.”
I close the distance between us. One hand goes to her neck, the other to her hip. Warm skin meets mine. Gemma is just as soft as I imagined her to be. Gemma’s hands fist in my shirt.
“Can I kiss you, Gemma?”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “Yes.”
I want nothing more than to ravage her lips, but I don’t. My thumb swipes across her lips. She tilts her head up.
Gemma wants this as much as I do.
Touching my forehead to hers, our hot breaths mingle. I catch the faintest wisp of vodka and cherries on her lips.
