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Back The Companion Project
Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“The first time my fingers are inside you, I want to be sure you’re thinking clearly. Because once I touch you, Emma, I’m not going to fucking stop.”

“I’m thinking clearly,” she pants, grinding against me. Her hips are rolling. Her head is tilted back, offering the sky a prayer. Her nipples are hard and peaked through the thin fabric riding up her body. The dress might be black, but I can practically see the rosy pink.

“You’re a terrible liar,” I murmur into her collarbone, kissing the top of her chest. “And you’re making it very difficult to behave.”

“You’re scrambling my brain.”

God, I want her. Really fucking bad. Right here, right now, under the stars. Fuck the consequences. But I’ll be damned if the first time I taste her is on a wobbly bench that might collapse under our weight. I want to enjoy her, not worry about putting her in harm’s way.

“Oh, Emma. I’m going to do much, much more than that.”

“So do it.”

I hear the desperation in her voice. She’s close to begging; if she asked me to slip my finger inside her and make her come, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

It pains me to say the next words, but I get them out, knowing it’s what I have to say, not what I want to say.

“I wish I could, but we should get back to the party.”

It’s obvious she wasn’t expecting the dismissal, and I didn’t intend for it to be so… direct. The high she’s chasing crashes and burns as her attitude changes. She nods curtly while her mouth droops and her eyes dim. Frowning, she adjusts the straps of her dress that have slipped down her arms, dangerously close to falling off completely. My jacket is in a heap on the grass. “Okay. Yeah. We’ve been gone for a while.”

Taking her chin in my hands, I bring her gaze to look at me. “Don’t think for a damn second I’m rejecting you. I’m trying my best to not ruin anything. To not move too fast. To not tell you all the filthy things going through my mind right now. All the creative ways we could use this bench. If I do, we’re never leaving. You’ll have twigs in your hair and dirt on your knees when I’m finished with you. They’ll have to send a search party after us, and even then I wouldn’t give you up willingly.”

“Maybe I want to hear those things,” she challenges.