"Promise?" she whispers. I can practically hear her biting her lip, stifling a moan.
"Yeah," I growl, loving how desperate I sound. "And you're going to come on my cock over and over until you forget your own fucking name."
She gasps, and I hear the rustle of sheets and then her keening whimper.
"Oh my god," she moans, her voice hitching like she's about to sob. "Royce, I'm—" She doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, she just breaks apart, crying out my name.
It's perfect. It's fucking perfect, and it wrecks me. My own orgasm rips through me so fast it's almost a surprise. I grunt into the phone, her name on my lips. I stroke myself through it,milking every last drop until I'm wrecked, boneless, and panting.
There's a long, shaky silence. I hear her breathing, soft and sweet, and I wish like hell I could reach through the phone and pull her into my arms.
"I miss you," I rasp.
She's quiet for a long moment. "I miss you too," she whispers then, so soft I almost think I imagined it.
But I didn't imagine it.
My heart clenches in a vise, every damn piece of it in her hands. I'm so done for. Just…fucking gone.
Chapter Seven
Emelia
I'm not sure what time it is when my ringing phone jolts me awake on the couch. I sit bolt upright, slapping the coffee table in search of it. My eyes are bleary and unfocused when I finally pull it in front of my face, trying to figure out who is calling me.
The whole world snaps into focus when I see Royce's name lighting up the screen, along with the time. It's after two in the morning. He texted me after his game earlier tonight, saying they were getting ready to fly out. I didn't think I'd hear from him again until tomorrow at the earliest.
"Royce?" I say into the phone, my voice raspy from sleep. "Is everything okay?"
"It is now," he says. "Open your front door."
"What?" I blink into the darkness.
"Open the door, babe."
"Royce!" I jump off the couch like it's on fire, my heart pounding. "Are you…?" I don't even finish the sentence before I'm scurrying across the living room.
I fumble with the lock and then jerk it open. I barely have time to process Royce standing on the other side in a t-shirt and gym shorts, breathing like he ran all the way here from Michigan, before he's yanking me into his arms.
My phone clatters to the floor.
His lands beside it.
"Fuck," he growls, kissing me so hard our teeth clack together as he steps into the house. "I missed this fucking mouth."
I whimper, my hands all twisted up in his hair as I practically climb his body, trying to get closer to his wicked mouth. He helps boost me with his hands on my ass.
"You're here," I gasp against his lips.
"Fuck yeah, I am," he groans, nipping my bottom lip. "Been dying to see you again since I drove away after our date. I couldn't wait another second, Emelia."
My heart flutters, something a lot like joy shooting through me. He probably drove here straight from the airport. I was the first thing on his mind after his game. Not sleep. Not the fact that they won. But seeing me.
I groan, my back thumping against the door as my tongue tangles with his.
He kisses me until I forget every reason I ever told myself not to let this happen. Until I forget how to breathe.
"Damn, baby." He bites my bottom lip, palms both my ass cheeks as if he's staking his claim, and then tugs my shorts down with a single rough motion. Cool air shocks my bare skin before his hand is there, his fingers digging in and squeezing like I might try to run.
