The Secrets of Scandal

Chapter 1

Emma's POV

His scent is intoxicating. I draw him closer. His thumb pulls down my bottom lip and he stares at me intently. He bites his own lip in hesitation. He knows what that does to me, yet he continues to do it time after time. Overtaken by desire, I capture his bottom lip from its prison behind his teeth and my fingers become tangled in his ruffled blond hair. Startled by the suddenness of my movement, he stumbles backward and almost trips over his bed. I pull him impossibly closer and his thumb caresses my cheek as the kiss deepens. His lips taste like a strawberry lollipop. I can't get enough.

My lips travel across his cheek and down his jawline, finally finding a home at the sweet spot on his neck. I can tell he is wearing the cologne I got him for his birthday last month by its strong palm tree scent.

"Emma..." he mumbles into my ear. I ignore the volume of heat consuming my cheeks as I continue my path down his neck.

Breathlessly, I pull back, aligning his gentle gray eyes with my own blue ones. Soon he cups my face in his hands and pulls my face towards his once again. He stares at me once again before carefully leaning in for another tender kiss.

"Jack," I breathe against his warm lips.

"Yes, princess?" he playfully giggles, pressing his warm smile against my lips.

"I love you," I pull back slightly, looking down at him as our noses touch. His hands wrap around my hips and he looks longingly into my eyes.

"I love you more," he taunts, scrunching up his nose.

"No, I love you more," I smirk as he releases me before sitting down on the edge of his bed. He then looks up at me and pats down on his lap, gesturing for me to sit. I climb onto his awaiting lap and wrap my legs around his abdomen.

"I love you most, my princess," he smiles as his hands secure my hips.

"Prove it," I challenge as I pull his chin towards my waiting lips. I want his lips on mine. His hands lose themselves in my dark brown locks. As the kiss intensifies, his name threatens to escape the prison that is my lips...

"Jack!"

The door swings open. Jack lifts me up by my waist and sits me beside him faster than I can even grasp what was going on. His face flushes with embarrassment as he avoids eye contact with the figure standing at the door.

"Oh hey, mom," his voice cracks as his gaze travels to the floor.

"Hey, Jack," Rose leans on the doorframe wearing a smug expression. She nods to me, "Emma."

"Hi, Rose" I manage to smile awkwardly up at her.

"So," Rose smirks, "What were you two doing?" She knows damn well what we were doing, but she revels in the awkwardness floating in the air.

"Jack, your face is redder than a tomato."

Jack sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, his eyes downcast in embarrassment. Slightly offended, Rose rolls her eyes as she folds her arms.

"Oh puh-lease, it's not like this is the first time I've walked in on you and Emma."

That is true. It was almost as if she makes it a sport to see how many times she can walk in on us. I find it kind of funny, but Jack is always mortified. Though she revels in embarrassing her son, Rose has been extremely supportive of Jack's and my relationship from the very start.

"Mom," he whines.

"Jesus Jack, it's been six months since you've started dating Emma," she rolls her eyes, "When are you gonna finally grow a pair and..."