Chapter 12
Stolen Moments
I turn the shower off and inhale deeply. Why do I smell Emiliaâs sweet perfume? Itâs faint, but itâs there, and it definitely wasnât there when I got into the shower. Sheâs either been in my room while I was showering or sheâs still there. What is she pulling now?
I grin to myself and wrap my towel around my hips before walking out of my bathroom. She doesnât move quickly enough, and I see her dive behind my bed. Iâm sure she thinks sheâs moving like a freaking ninja though. Too cute.
Now, what should I do? I could lie down on my bed and give her another one of those shows I know she loves, but Iâm not sure I have the courage to do that. Itâs different when sheâs right there, and I think itâd be more awkward than sexy.
Instead, I walk around my bed, and Emilia crawls underneath it to hide from me. How does she even remotely think sheâs being stealthy? Sheâs quiet, but not so quiet that I wouldnât notice her.
I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing and sit down on my bed. I sit on my knees and lean over the bed just enough to grab her legs. I pull her from underneath my bed and she squeals.
âOh, shit!â she shouts. Emilia jumps out of my grip and turns towards the door, but I pull her back before she can make a run for it. She stumbles and falls into my arms. Before she has a chance to flee, I turn her over and pin her down on my bed.
âNow what do we have here?â I whisper, leaning over her. Emilia laughs and squirms underneath me. Her movements make her dress ride up and Iâm hard instantly. She stills when she realizes what position weâre in. Iâm leaning over her, my body on full display, while sheâs flat on her back on my bed.
Her eyes roam over my body hungrily and she gulps. She tries to drag her eyes away, but she doesnât last more than a second before theyâre back on my chest again. Her cheeks redden and her breathing accelerates. Looks like my little Minx is affected by me. Iâve suspected it for some time, but Iâm still secretly thrilled.
âWhat did you do, Minx?â I whisper. She grins wickedly and I grab her hands. I pin them down above her head and lower my body on top of her fully. She gasps and looks at me with wide eyes. âYouâ¦Youâreâ¦â she whispers. My hard on is pressing against her stomach shamelessly. Instead of pulling away, she tilts her hips up to better align with mine. Does she realize what sheâs doing?
âIâm what?â I murmur, my face hovering above hers. Emilia arches her back and presses her chest into me. Her eyes darken and the way she looks at me does funny things to my heart.
âCarter,â she whispers. My name sounds like a plea on her lips. I didnât think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. I subtly grind my hips against Emiliaâs and a small moan escapes her lips. She parts her legs slightly to get me closer, and I doubt sheâs even conscious of her movements.
âTell me what you did, Minx.â
She blinks, as though she doesnât know what Iâm talking about, and I grin. Looks like my little Minx is struggling to focus. I wonder how sheâll react if I tease her a little more. I rotate my hips against hers and her eyes fall closed. She lifts her hips and I push against her. Emilia moans softly and blinks, her eyes hazy with lust. Looks like the little shows Iâve been giving her have turned her on as much as they have me. Her body melts against mine.
âNot telling,â she whispers.
I chuckle and shake my head. I lower my face to hers until my lips are hovering just above hers. I want to kiss her so badly. What would she taste like? Would she be as sweet as she smells?
âHmm⦠I guess Iâll have to torture the information out of you. What should I do, huh? What kind of prank could you possibly have pulled on me this time?â
Emilia shakes her head and grins victoriously. She hooks her leg over mine and pushes against me, as though she wants to push me off. I panic, worried that she wants to get away from me, and I let go of her.
She laughs and pushes against me until sheâs got me on my back. Iâm surprised when she straddles me, sitting right on top of my dick. Iâm so hard that my towel is tenting up, and Emilia giggles.
âOh, Carter⦠who wouldâve known that the devil had a sweet spot for me?â she whispers. I bite down on my lip and look at her. Her dress is bunched up around her waist and I can just about catch a glimpse of her black underwear. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are flashing with passion. Sheâs teasing me, but I suspect sheâs just as turned on.
âWell, baby, who says I donât respond like this to every girl that sneaks into my bedroom while Iâm in the shower?â
Emiliaâs expression drops, and a hint of insecurity replaces her former bravado. I regret my words instantly. My hands move to her hips and I hold her gingerly. She looks away and sits in my lap, frozen. The moment broken. So it bothers her to think that my reaction to her isnât exclusive to her, huh? I sigh and run my hand over her back.
âSo, what did you do, Minx?â I whisper. She blinks as though sheâs only just remembering what she came here to do in the first place, and she laughs, her eyes twinkling. Whatever she did, itâll be a good one.
âWouldnât you like to know?â she says, grinning. Iâm relieved to see the smile back on her face and put my arms behind my back. I lie back while Emilia sits on top of me like itâs the most normal thing in the world. Sheâs far more brazen than I thought sheâd be, and I freaking love it. She doesnât even seem to feel self-conscious because of my hard on. If anything, she seems to revel in it.
âYou do this often, Minx?â I murmur, an annoying thought crossing my mind. âClimbing on top of guys that are half naked and rock hard?â
Her cheeks turn bright red, and she looks at me with wide eyes. I bite back a smile. Iâm enjoying this far too much.
âI mean, if you want, I can always remove the towel.â
I didnât think she could get any redder, but she does. Emilia looks flustered and shocked, but why doesnât she look repulsed? She glares at me and I wrap my hands around her tiny waist. Sheâs so beautiful. Itâs unreal.
I shift on my bed and feel something underneath me, almost like a marble. I frown and reach under my back, only to find that whatever it is, itâs underneath my sheets. Emilia grins and jumps off me as I reach underneath my blankets. My fingers wrap around something that feels an awful lot like an insect, and my heart drops. She knows I fucking hate insects. I raise my hand to my face with wide eyes and a pounding heart. My panic must be obvious because she bursts out laughing and makes a run for the door.
Iâm so shocked by the cockroach in my hand that I canât even stop her from leaving. I drop it, staring at it in horror. Emiliaâs phone camera flashes from my peripheral vision and then sheâs gone.
I stare at the horrendous thing on my bed in utter shock. It takes me a full five minutes to realize it isnât even real. I pick it back up with trembling hands and shake my head. This girl⦠sheâll be the death of me.