14-My water is yours

Emerson POV,

Alpha Loworth reaches out and grabs the edge of my lounge chair. In one swift movement and with very minimal effort, he drags my chair closer to him until it bumps his. My whole body stiffens. He’s so close now, I can feel the warmth of his breath cutting through the cold air. If I were to look at him, his face would be mere inches from mine.

I refuse to look at him because he would probably kiss me and I know absolutely nothing about this guy, other than a couple of naked truths– enough to twist my stomach.

But that doesn’t weigh on my conscience at all when he rests a heavy hand on my stomach.

“How far would you go, Emerson?” His voice is decadent, smooth. It travels straight to my toes.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. His fingers begin to crawl toward the hem of my shirt. He begins to slowly inch it upward until a slither of my stomach is showing, my throat is dry, fisting my hand by my side yet I'm powerless. Desirable chills shoot through my back feeling the warmth fr