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“Maybe I don’t want to share you,” she says. “Maybe I’m a little possessive.”
Her fingertips graze me, feeling the strength of my erection through my jeans. When she pulls the zipper down and reaches for me, I’m done.
“I’m all yours,” I say, groaning when she squeezes me. “Bedroom. Now.”
I practically drag her through my apartment, jeans barely hanging onto my hips. I don’t even bother to turn the lights on, and she follows me without question. When we get to my bedroom, I kiss her long and hard.
“Take everything off,” I say. “I need to see you. Every bit of you.”
She toes off her flats and shucks her pants since they’re already undone, then pulls her top up over her head. Underneath it all is blue cotton underwear and a bra in white lace that’s so sheer I can see her nipples right through it. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she reaches behind herself and unhooks the bra, letting it drop to the floor. The cool air stiffens her nipples, and she sticks her thumbs under the elastic of her underwear, sliding them down her hips.
“You’re incredible,” I breathe. “Stay there and let me look.”
She seems to hover between confidence and shyness, and I love that about Emery. She doesn’t feel the need to play a role or pick a camp. She just...is. Perfectly in-between. Perfectly her.
“So beautiful.”
“You need to get naked, too,” she says. “Fair’s fair.”
So I comply. I peel everything from my body until the pile at our feet grows bigger. This slow undressing, savouring every little bit, is decadent. But there’s a hint of something real underneath it all...like we’re showing our cards.
“Talk to me,” I say, stepping forward and cupping her face. “You’ve gone quiet.”
“Can’t I admire a perfect specimen of a man?” she teases. “Seriously, someone needs to stick you in a museum.”
“Hmm, maybe that could be my next show. Just me, naked on a podium.”
“No way.” She pulls me toward her and down to the bed, on top of her. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you.”
Groaning, I ease her back and part her thighs. I reach for the drawer next to my desk and grab a condom, covering my cock and protecting us. Her hungry eyes watch every second, sucking it all in.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else looking at you, either,” I say, trailing a hand along her breast, plucking at her nipple. I position my cock at her entrance, dragging it back and forth along her sex in a teasing fashion.
“So we’re both greedy, possessive creatures,” she says, rolling her hips up to mine.
Only I’m not. Never have been. Don’t have a jealous bone in my body when it comes to women...because I’ve never cared enough to be jealous. But right now, the thought of Emery walking out of here and moving on to someone else fills me with a roaring defiance. I want her. I want to make her mine.
And I don’t want to let her go.
“Take me, Rowan. I’m yours.”
I know she doesn’t mean it like that. She can’t. Just as I can’t want it.
But for now, I’ll let myself believe. I push into her, capturing her cry with my mouth and kissing as I slide all the way in. As I pump into her, she all but melts in my arms, turning pliant in my hands.
I rain kisses down over her and her eyes flutter, pleasure dissolving her as she lifts her hips, anchoring her legs around my waist. Digging her heels into my back. Urging me deeper. Drawing me in.
The rhythm and connection we find is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
She grips me, digging her nails into my biceps. Marking me. And when my name falls from her lips, I tip over, thrusting long and hard one last time.
As I lay there, holding her tight, I realise I’ve made a massive oversight. I thought sex with her was safe, I thought it wouldn’t change me. I thought I could focus on the pleasure and forget everything else.
But I can’t.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Emery
