She had to admit, sometimes Emmett could really surprise her. Like right then, when he took his shirt off and kissed her instead of dragging her back inside to ruin their new vacation home. Sometimes, he was the guy that everyone underestimated, including her.
Good thing she knew how to make it up to him.
"Oops," she laughed looking over at the umbrella that had fallen just from a kiss. "Now look what you started." She ran her hands through his hair and touched his chest, admiring the muscles she rarely got to see on display in public. Now, he was practically blinding in the sun, but then again, so was she.
"When was the last time we had sex in public like this? Was it during Woodstock when everyone was doing drugs and didn't know any better?" It must have been then. She smirked and touched his face, the one that always had that "baby" look to it with the dimples, and shook her head at him. "I'm no angel, Emmett." She raised an eyebrow. "But I'm one hell of a devil."
Rosalie attacked his mouth so much, the windows started shaking in the house...