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I shook my head against her chest, watching with satisfaction as her nipples pebbled. “You’ll have to enlighten me.”
I had my reasons for not taking Emma into town. They were entirely selfish, and I knew it. Emma and I were both so busy back in Manhattan. We didn’t see each other as often as I wanted. I could count on two hands how many times we had been able to sleep in the same bed. This was a vacation to Greece for Emma. It was a month of unfiltered access to my girl for me. I didn’t give a shit about ancient history. Having Emma by my side every second of the day was the best thing I could ever hope for.
Before she could dispute further, I ripped the light fabric over her chest and pulled her breast into my mouth. Her spine arched off the chair, her body pushing into me of its own accord.
“Jack.” She moaned my name. “That was expensive.”
“I’ll buy you ten more.”
I licked my way down her flat belly, pressing the heel of my hand against my groin to quell the ache there. Emma groaned, her head falling back as I approached my goal. She was ready, as I knew she would be, her pink little pussy glistening for me.
“Move in with me,” I breathed against her sex.
She shuddered with pleasure, then stiffened. “No.”
I flattened my tongue, dragging it through her folds in one long, languid stroke. I swirled her clitoris twice, then pulled back. “Move in with me.”
It had to have been the hundredth time I’d asked her to move into my apartment in the city. If she lived with me, we would have every night together. It would also ease my worries about her safety. If she wasn’t on campus or working at Roisin’s, I got antsy. Ideas of her being kidnapped invaded my mind, making me useless during work.
Alas, we’d had this conversation before. Emma’s little sister, Ella, was moving to the city at the end of summer to attend Tisch, NYU’s prestigious drama school. Emma wanted to be there for Ella during her first year at college, which included sharing an apartment with her.
Emma’s ability to care for others was admirable, but exhausting. She was a genuine person. She aced her classes, was never late to work or school and emptied her wallet to the homeless. She didn’t even eat meat. She was everything that I was not. When people thought of me, words like “selfish,” “controlling” and “hard-ass,” came to mind. Emma was soft and innocent. Everyone fell in love with her…and I was no exception.
Emma churned her hips toward my mouth, desperate to get off. A moan slithered from her throat, her chest rising and falling with heightening arousal. I licked and sucked, tugging her abused clit into my mouth. The moment her muscles seized, I stopped, denying her orgasm.
“Move in with me,” I pleaded.
She roared—an adorable little tiger cub—and slammed her legs shut on either side of my head, pinning me to her. She knew I was taunting her with the edge, trying to persuade her to move in while she was hot and suggestible, and it was pissing her off.
“I’ll smash your beautiful face if you keep doing that,” she warned, her eyes flashing with frustration.
“Is that a threat, sweetheart? Because I can’t think of a better way to die than suffocating in your pussy.”
When a magnificent blush stained her cheeks, I smirked. Emma couldn’t hurt me if she gave it her all. I could easily slip my head out from between her thighs, but I enjoyed driving her crazy. She did the same to me without trying. Even if it wasn’t in a physical sense, Emma had a power over me that she was entirely unaware of. She was the one person on the planet who could put me in my place, and she just so happened to be less than half my size. My name had most men trembling in their boots, but Emma could bring me to my knees with a single glance.
“We’ll go into town tomorrow,” I said, my eyes roaming her delicate features. Her gaze was fixed on my mouth, greedy. “We can do whatever you want, dovey.”
I bent my head, seeking to fulfill her wishes. My goal had and would always be to keep my little dove smiling.
* * * *
The setting sun had turned the sky a pinkish purple, the twinkling cliffside of Santorini a distant landscape. Emma, exhausted from hours of lovemaking, went to take a hot shower. I thought of joining her, but decided to start on dinner instead. When it came to her, I fought tooth and nail for some form of self-control. I had to remind myself that the poor girl needed a break from my ever-present sex drive, not that she ever complained.
Listening to the waves rolling onto the beach, I pulled the mussels and herbs from the fridge, setting the ingredients on a large cutting board. Cooking, along with exercise and fucking, was a way for me to get out of my own head, to step back from the unbearable coil of anxiety and anger that hissed beneath my skin.
I hadn’t experienced much inner turmoil during the past two weeks and it had everything to do with Emma. She was my own personal medicine. If only I could take her in pill form when we return to Manhattan. We were halfway through our vacation, and I found myself wishing it could be permanent.
My phone buzzed from its charging station on the counter. I glanced at it wearily. We’d promised each other no work for a month, but Emma had already broken that. I knew the book she was reading had been assigned for summer break. Besides, she was in the shower. She wouldn’t even know.
Leaving the cooking, I gathered my cell phone and pored over ten missed calls. Seven were from Shannon, three from Kieran, and they’d started around one in the morning New York time.
Shit.
I clicked on Shannon’s picture, dialing my sister-in-law. She was two months from her due date, but anything could happen. If I missed that baby being born, Connor would kill me and Shannon would help dig the grave.
“Connor’s gone dark,” Shannon said by way of answering. Her voice was laced with fear and cracked as she spoke, putting me on high alert.
“How long?” I asked. It wasn’t like my brother to go dark, especially without Shannon by his side. He was just as protective of her as I was of Emma, more so now that she was carrying their child. He stayed in contact with her at all times and didn’t even let her out of the penthouse if things were getting dicey.
