EMMA
Deacon dropped me onto his bed. "That's true. You really are quite a temptress, Emma Carson. I mean, I took you to meet my grandparents today. How much more wholesome could anything be? And then I fully intended to drive you back home, like a gentleman should, but instead, you demanded a joyride." He wagged his head, sighing as he let his shorts fall to the ground and kicked them away. As I watched with greedy eyes, he reached back to grab the collar of his shirt to drag it over his head. "And now . . . look where we are."
I pushed up on my elbows to watch him, enjoying the view. God, he was built. And perfect. I licked my lips.
"Lose the boxers, too, baby. I want my real joyride right now." Sitting up, I unzipped my dress and wriggled it the rest of the way off, tossing both it
