[ This time Emery doesn't bother trying to answer her. Of course, there are a whole host of reasons why she might not want him, the primary one being Robb, but her body is like some kind of sinful heaven all close against his own. He lets her push him until he feels himself sinking back into the pillows; lets his thighs fall open just a little when her hand starts rubbing at him.

His own hands migrate towards the hem of her little slip, pushing it up her thighs towards her hips so that he can stroke over the smooth of her skin. ]

Can I ... ?

[ But he doesn't ask with words. Instead, Emery slips a hand between her legs to rub over the heat of her sex, hot and inviting beneath the thin material of her panties. He wants to touch her there, kiss her there too, but ... ]