CHAPTER THIRTY

“This means nothing,” Clyde voiced before claiming her mouth again in a fierce kiss.

With one quick thrust, his tongue pushed through her lips to explore her mouth. Emma’s mind was clouded, caught between the pleasure of kissing him and the dull pain of his statement.

She gripped his hands and hung on, deepening the kiss. Rocking her hips closer to meet the hard length of his body, she lost control At that moment. She filled the void of being alone for years with the taste, smell, and feel of him.

Her tongue matched every thrust, and she let out a small moan. His fingers traveled from her back, and he slid his palms over her belly and cupped her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his touch and he pushed her shirt higher. He stared at her naked breasts, and the heat and desire in his eyes nearly burned her alive.

He claimed her mouth hungrily again. One thumb tweaked her nipples and she moaned out, trembling in his arms. His head lowered, staring at her shorts. Emma realized the mome