“Emmy,” I breathed. “If we keep going, I’m not going to be able to stop.” She pulled away from my kiss and brought her hands to my face. She was looking me dead in the eye when she said: “I don’t want you to stop, Luke.” I swallowed. Was she…? Did she want this like I did? “What do you want, Emmy?” I asked. She was quiet for a moment. I could almost hear both of our heartbeats. “I want you to fuck me in this truck. Please.”
