He looks at me, and then shakes his head, a look of wry amazement on his face.“Jesus,” he says, still panting. “Are you trying to kill me?”I grin, smug and satisfied. He laughs, and reaches to pulls me against him, into the crook of his arm. I go, relaxing against him, my pounding heartbeat drumming a fierce song against his; his bare chest hot and sweaty against mine.Slowly, our breathing stills. I close my eyes, safe in the dark world of his embrace, and let the waves of sensation flood through me. I feel fucking incredible, every nerve and cell shimmering with golden triumph, like I could leap tall buildings in a single stride, like I could dive off the edge of the world and spread my arms wide and fly.Emerson tucks a stray strand of sweaty hair behind my ears, and drops a gentle kiss on my temple. “You good?” he checks.“Uh huh,” is all I can manage in response.He laughs, a low chuckle against my neck. Then I feel a hesitation, his body tensing, just the smallest amount.
