He closed his eyes briefly, his expression twisting in shame and frustration. Cupping my face, he rubbed his thumb against my cheek.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you heard that.”
I shifted in his lap again. “You don’t have to say sorry; it’s not your fault. It was just a shock. I mean, I know you’ve had sex with women, I just didn’t expect to be confronted with it so soon, especially when we haven’t had a conversation about us really. But we’ve spent every night together lately, and I was raging with jealously that someone got to share with you what we share, and I didn’t like it.”
I dropped my head again, I was rambling.
He brought my eyes back to his, filled with guilt. “Okay, first off, Iamsorry, and I’m so sorry you were put in that position because of me, and I wish I could protect you from it. I can’t hide my past, but, Lucky, that’s all it is. The past. And I want to make something very clear,” He picked my hand up and placed it on his heart, “What we have, what I share with you, I have never shared with anyone. No one has had with me what we have together.No one. And after the last few weeks, this, between us, I’m never letting go. I knew it a year ago, and I know it now. I’ve never been more certain of anything. Whatever you hear otherwise is bullshit.”
He brought his lips to mine again. “And as far as a conversation goes, where I’m concerned, you’re my girlfriend. No question about it.”
My eyes widened to cartoon proportions. I didn’t expect him to saygirlfriend.
“Does that make you my boyfriend?”
“Yes, it fucking does!” he growled, before a shadow of vulnerability crossed his face. “If you want me to be.”
And I did.
Almost as if it was the easiest decision in the world.
I nodded, a smile splitting my face. His relief was palpable, his eyes returned to their usual sparkly happiness.
“Good.” He brushed his lips against mine while his hands started burrowing under my hoodie, trying to find skin. The warmth of his fingers shot goosebumps across my body. “But I have to say that right now, you’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking.”
The familiar thump started up between my legs, growing heavier as his lips moved to my neck, nipping a wet trail of kisses along my jaw. I let out a soft moan.
He stood up with me in his arms, walking us through to my bedroom, his mouth never veering off the path it was travelling against my skin. He put me down by the edge of the bed and moved back. He was so large in my tiny bedroom. I’d been waking up in his bed which was so big I didn’t even know if it had an official name. His feet would definitely be hanging off the end of my queen.
I looked around and frowned. “Maybe we should stay at your place.”
“Oh no, we’re staying here. The smaller the bed, the more we get to cuddle. This bed was made for spooning.”
His hands slid back under my hoodie, bringing it up over my head. His eyes darkened, feasting on my naked breasts, and I lost my train of thought as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, hardening them further. His head dipped down, taking one slowly into his mouth, a low growl escaping before he moved across my chest, his lips pressing into me while he squeezed them together against his face.
“Fucking incredible,” he murmured against me, which flooded my panties.
His hands moved around my body, sliding under the waistband of my sweatpants, pushing them down, taking my underwear with them. He dropped to his knees, helping me step out of them, running his hands along the backs of my trembling legs, kissing along my stomach before he stood up again.
He reached out, taking the tie from my hair, raking it through his fingers until it tumbled down my back. He lifted up the strands, bringing them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“I fucking love your hair.”
Dropping his head, he captured my mouth in his, gently brushing against me, his tongue teasing along my lips, asking for permission. I couldn’t have denied him anything, my body coursing with a deep longing to feel him inside me, frantically searching for any release he could provide.
I opened up and his lips surrounded mine. His massive hands cupped my face as his fingers wrapped around the back of my head, scraping through my hair and massaging my scalp. He roamed through my mouth, torturously slow and rhythmic, his tongue stroking against mine on and on until I was so heady with lust I could barely stand, my body molding like warm putty to his touch.
This was a kiss I’d need a map to get out of.
I groaned loudly, desperation wracking my body, and pushed myself against his hard cock straining in his jeans. I badly needed the friction he could provide but wasn’t. I wanted more, more ofhim.
He pulled my head back, sensing my need. “No, we’re not fucking tonight, Emerson. Tonight, I’m making love to my girlfriend.”
He dipped us down, laying me on the bed, spreading my legs before standing back over me. His eyes were glowing, thehazel burning bright as autumn leaves in the sunshine. Reaching behind him, he pulled his shirt off, before shucking his jeans and briefs.
My breath caught.
I would never get over seeing him naked for the first time, every time. He was a sight to behold, power and strength personified. Absolutely beautiful. His broad chest was covered in fine, dark hair that did nothing to hide the dense, sculpted muscles underneath. A hard plane of abs sat between sharp, strongly corded ribs, and he had the most defined obliques I’d ever seen, emphasizing his narrow hips.
