Chapter 45

“What’s wrong?” Emma stilled, trying to sort through the emotions to figure out which was the most prevalent. Searching his bright eyes didn’t help, and she slowly began to rock, hoping to ease whatever was rocketing through him.

Jesse shook his head quickly. “Nothing.” His fingers dug into her ass, holding her closer to him. “Oh, God…nothing. Jesus…Emma…don’t stop. Nothing’s wrong.”

She took him at his word, leaning back down to cover his mouth with her own. His response was instantaneous, a groan in the back of his throat, the tightening of his hands, and it encouraged Emma to lengthen the languorous strokes. I love you, she thought, over and over again, channeling the sentiment instead of saying it. She didn’t want to abandon the kisses. It had taken too long to finally get them.