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“I came to get you, sweetheart. Spend Christmas with me, please?”
Emma crosses her arms over her generous chest and scoffs.
“I have prior engagements and I will definitely not change my plans for you. It’s not because we hooked up once…”
I feel my eyes narrow into slits and take a step forward, effectively closing the distance between our bodies and crowding Emma.
“We fuckinghooked up?”
“I don’t care what we call it, Alex.”
“Come here,” I rumble, low and menacing. My body bracing for action.
Emma shakes her head fiercely, pointing at the street.
“You need to go, now.”
“Fucking come here, I said. Do not fucking make me come get you, Emma.”
She takes a step backward. Then another, faster. And, as she retreats inside the complex, I stalk in her direction. Coming for my woman in long, angry strides. I reach Emma as she slides a magnetic card over the electronic reader at her apartment door. She stumbles inside, trying to push the door close, but I shoulder in. Careful to not apply too much force and send her sailing.
Emma stumbles, the backs of her legs hitting the big leather couch behind her. Her ass-cheeks bump against the plush edge as I land on her.
“Should have come when I told you to…” I whisper, low and menacing. Pushing her hair away from her beautiful face, then running my knuckles over the soft skin of her jaw. Fuck, I missed touching her.
Emma’s big brown eyes grow wide.
“Alex?”
“Yes,amore.”
“You’re scaring me.”
I shake my head.
“See, I don’t think that’s true, love. You went home with me, a man you clearly knew was violent and involved in illegal dealings, just a few hours after we met. You’re a fucking badass. I know my woman is fearless.”
“Your- your woman?”
I nod, my eyes never leaving hers, while my hand travels south, leaving her face, tracing a hot path along the tender skin of her neck, flirting with the chaste neckline of her top, then lightly grazing at the erect peaks of her breasts.
“I think I’m fucking turning you on,cara.”
Emma
When I came home from the nail salon a couple of hours before our apartment complex Christmas party, there was a sleek black Maserati parked on the other side of the street. By the time I reached our gate, Alex had jumped out of the car and made his way to me.
My famished eyes took in his appearance. He was as tall, broad, and beautiful as ever. But the dark circles under his eyes were possibly worse than mine. His jaw was locked tight, and he looked as amazing as the first time I laid eyes on him.
Alex was here! For me. I felt my heart flutter and a myriad of butterflies take flight in my stomach. Alex looked dashingly tenebrous in a tailored black suit and crisp white button-down, hair combed back, jaw shaven, his acute gaze hooking me.
* * *
Now we’re standing in the middle of my living room in another standoff. Alex holds me by the back of my neck in a firm gesture, lowering his face mere inches from mine, and says in a rumble, enunciating each word, “you… are… mine, Emma Gomis.” His thumb caresses the soft, sensitive skin at the base of my scalp. As he speaks, his head descends on mine, ever closer, so close that his last sentence is whispered directly on my lips.
I let out a shaky, “Alex, back off…” and never get to finish my sentence.
He growls once more, “fucking mine,” before assaulting my mouth with a ravaging kiss. His full lips caress and bruise mine, his tongue gently licks and plunders into my mouth. The hand at my neck holds me firmly, while his other one grabs my hip in an almost bruising manner.Fuck. I’m in a complete daze at the sensations invading my mind, body, and heart.
