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The last time she and I were in the lake by the summer cabin I had her pressed up against one of the wooden posts by the pier, my cock buried deep inside her and her lips on mine. Just that memory has me getting impossibly hard.
Emilia smirks when she feels my bulge against her stomach. I thought she might move away, but she doesn’t.
“I told you I’d marry you someday,” I whisper.
Emilia tightens her grip on me, her smile bittersweet. “And I said I know.”
That day was the first time I asked her to move in with me. Even then, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I think I still do.
I pull Emilia even closer, until her body is flush against mine, and she wraps her legs around my waist, the way she did back then. I’m rock hard and pressing right between her legs. I bite down on my lip as Emilia wraps her arms around my neck.
I drop my forehead to her shoulder and inhale deeply. “I always thought you’d be my wife by now,” I murmur.
Emilia buries her hand in my hair and clutches me tightly. I lift my head to look at her, and her eyes are filled with the same intensity I’m feeling. She cups my cheek and drops her forehead to mine.
“Me too,” she whispers. “For years I avoided all mention of you, scared that I’d read about you dating someone else, or even worse, marrying someone else. I wanted you to be happy, but I just… I couldn’t.”
I thread my fingers through her hair, the way I’ve been wanting to, and look into her eyes. “I’d never marry anyone that isn’t you, Emilia. I haven’t even had a girlfriend since you. Sure, there have been some girls, but no other woman ever got to call me hers, the way you always have.”
Emilia looks at me, insecurity making her gaze waver. “What about Layla?”
I smile and shake my head. “No. Never. She doesn’t even remotely have any rights to me. There’s only ever been you for me.”
Emilia looks away in guilt, and I wonder if it’s Sam she’s thinking about. I don’t know how many men came after me, and I don’t want to know.
I can’t help the direction that my thoughts turn to. I can’t help but think of her with Sam.
“What are we doing? I whisper. “You just broke up with your boyfriend, and your father is sick. You’re vulnerable, and you’re probably still heartbroken.”
I’m surprised when I feel Emilia tighten her legs around me. She looks at me as though she can read my mind. As though she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Carter,” she whispers. “I’m here with you now, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. No one else I’d rather be with.”
She grabs my hand and entwines it with her own before raising it to her lips. She kisses my knuckles softly and looks at me. “You told me, didn’t you?” She whispers. “You told me he couldn’t touch me. That he couldn’t lay a finger on me… And he hasn’t.”
I narrow my eyes, suddenly filled with insecurity and jealousy. I grab her hands and push them above her head. “Tell me the truth,” I say, my body radiating anger. “You spent weeks sleeping next to him. I’ve lived with you before, Emilia. You and I have never spent a whole night together without having sex at least once. So don’t fucking lie to me, Emilia. Don’t look into my eyes and lie to me like that.”
I sigh and pull away from her. “Come on, it’s getting late,” I murmur.
“Carter, no,” she whispers, anguished. I push away from her and turn to get out of the pool, needing space.
The idea of Emilia with Sam ruined my mood. Just knowing that she used to be his. That he’s had her, that he’s probably still on her mind. It fucking kills me.
Chapter 42
Carter
I enter my bedroom quietly, not even bothering to turn the lights on. Asher and I went out for drinks, and he spent the entire time warning me away from Emilia. I know that he’s right – I know it, but my heart is refusing to get the message.
I sigh and lie back on my bed. Having Emilia back here makes it so easy to forget. When I see her smile at me, it’s easy to forget about all the tears my family and I have brought to her eyes.
I frown when I hear my bedroom door open. I inhale deeply, and my heart starts to race. That perfume… Where did she get it? She hasn’t been wearing it, and it’s one of the things I’ve missed most.
Emilia walks straight to my wardrobe, not realizing that I’m lying here. She probably thinks I’m still out with Asher. I turn on my side and watch her as she opens my wardrobe and browses through my clothes. She traces over the fabric of my clothes with the tip of her fingers, and I can just about see her smile to herself. She takes one of my T-shirts off the hanger and brings it to her nose. I watch her as she inhales deeply, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Seems like you’re putting a lot of thought into this thievery.”
Emilia jumps, shocked. She turns to find me lying on my bed and I sit up, a wide grin on my face.
“I… You… What are you doing here?”
