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She thought for a moment. “I feel like a stranger in my own skin. I feel this pressure to jump back into life before Murvort, but I don’t know how to do that. And I don’t know that I want to.”
I knew exactly what she meant. I was having a hard time falling back into place, too. “It’s only been a couple of days. Give it some time.”
“The truth is, I’ve never felt more me than when I’m with you.”
My heart hammered against my chest while she spoke. The level of honesty that she was comfortable sharing was exhilarating, if not terrifying sometimes. It was a high that I’d never get used to.
I moved closer, desperate to touch her. To wrap my arms around her and kiss her. To be engulfed in her scent. She’d taken something from me during those months of captivity. Piece by piece, she stole my soul and I’d never get it back. But I didn’t want it back, because it belonged to her.
I belonged to her.
She stepped back until she collided with the shelf behind her, and I covered her body with mine. She sucked in a breath as my chest pressed into hers. Her brows shot up as she swallowed, and I couldn’t help but note the way she looked at my lips. So tantalizingly close. I leaned in, grinding my hips against hers while she took hold of my waist.
“What are you doing?” she asked, licking her bottom lip.
“I’m thinking about how much I’d like to kiss you, Emilie.”
I inched closer, eyeing her soft and delectable lips. I wanted to brush my tongue across the seam of them and feel her open for me.
“I…I want to kiss you too.”
I moaned and rolled my hips against her, feeling her body melt into mine. I’d missed her touch so much. A few days apart felt like an eternity when it came to her. It was more than I could bear.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I said, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her eyes met mine, and I found a mix of longing and sorrow. “What is it?”
“Cyrus…”
A low growl rumbled in my throat and I leaned back. I hated hearing his name on her lips, especially right as I was about to kiss them.
Emilie sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head to look up at me. “You’re a better person than I am.”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile told me she appreciated the sentiment. “You’re a good person too, Ladon. I know you are. Which is why I think we should do this the right way.”
“And what is the right way?” I already despised the sound of it.
“We stay strictly platonic.”
I chuckled. Unlikely.
She gave me a stern look before continuing. “No kissing. No lingering touches. No sex. No…improper comments.”
“Improper comments? Such as…” I smirked.
“Stop it.”
“I can’t tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“No.”
“Or tell you how much I miss you? And how badly I want to sleep next to you tonight?”
“Certainly not.”
“What if I want to ask you if your pussy is as wet as my cock is hard?”
She shuddered a breath before her eyes flickered down to my groin. I could practically feel the heat radiating from her body. “Also…very inappropriate.”
