Emmett was the one to pull away, finally. He returned a hand to her hip and set her back on the flats of her unsteady feet. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped his wet kiss from her mouth.
“Rose.” He swallowed, catching his breath. “Rose. Not like this.”
She answered the only way she could.
“Yes, Emmett. Like this.”
He slid his hands up to her shoulders. She could see him struggling again against what he wanted and what he thought he should do. She willed her mouth to say nothing, but her eyes said it all: Please.
It was only a moment before he shut his eyes, and a moment more before he took her uninjured hand and walked her to her bedroom.