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"Hmm." I link my hands over the small of her back, having no idea why I do it. "Ye willnae do this with Aidan."
"Only you."
We sit here for several minutes, and Emery snuggles closer to me, her warm body molded to mine. Have I ever been given a cuddle before? No, never. It's oddly relaxing. But I can't let her crawl under my skin, the way she seems determined to do. I need to reassert the parameters.
At last, I clear my throat and try to sit up straighter, but her body hinders me.
"Something wrong?" she asks, without lifting her head from my shoulder.
"It's about the wedding." I clear my throat again. "We shouldn't have sex until after the ceremony."
Her head pops up, and she sets her hands on my chest. "You've got to be kidding."
"No."
"We're already married. Everyone assumes we're getting it on twenty-four seven."
"Out of respect for our mothers, we shouldn't have sex until after the wedding."
Laughter splutters out between her closed lips and through her nostrils, resulting in odd piglike noises. "Respect for our mothers? That's the lamest excuse in the history of lameness. You're trying to use our moms as a wedge to keep some distance between you and me. I get that you're feeling weird about confiding in me but—"
"Ahmno feeling weird." I sound petulant, don't I? Mhac na galla. "We should take a break to become accustomed to… well… until we're accustomed to living together."
She traces a finger along the seam of my lips. "You are full of it, Mr. MacTaggart, but I'll make a deal with you. Or rather, a little bet."
"What are the stakes?"
"If I win, you agree to participate in one activity of my choosing. No bitching, no growling, no eye-rolling. Agreed?"
"All right." I tighten my arms around her. "And if I win?"
"The same. I'll participate in one activity of your choosing."
I glide my hand down to her hip, probing the hollow with my fingertips. "What is the wager?"
"No sex, like you suggested." She sweeps a hand up my neck, toying with my earlobe. "I bet you we'll both be naked in my bed inside of four days."
"I can wait until the wedding day."
"Oh, sure." Her voice has grown huskier while she fingers my earlobe with her thumb. "There's no way you'll make it three weeks without at least one good fuck. You're way too passionate to go cold turkey."
I massage her hip with more vigor, pressing in deeply. Her wager excites me, and I cannae stop my lips from opening, ready to possess her mouth.
"Do we have a bet?" she asks.
"We do."
Her mouth hovers millimeters from my lips. "Three weeks, Rory."
I stand, picking her up with me, and spank her erse. "I have work. You'll need to entertain yourself."
"Oh, I'm really good at that." She tips her head back to expose her slender throat. "Maybe I'll entertain myself in my bedroom for a while."
With that, she flounces out of the room.
And aye, her tone made it clear she means to masturbate.
I want to run upstairs and fuck her like mad, but I need to prove to her I have the willpower to win our wager. The terms she suggested fit within my rules. Three weeks without sex. If Emery were any other woman, I'd feel confident in my ability to win.
But with my wicked little angel…
I might end up participating in a silly spectacle instead of proving my inner fortitude.
