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"Please."
"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
"I…I…"
"Say the words, Emma. Tell me that you want me to make you come all over me."
She's said it about a thousand times in my dreams, but I want to hear it in reality. No, Ineedto hear that sweet voice pleading with me to make her come on me. I'm going to lose my mind if I don't hear it soon.
"Please," she begs.
"No, Emma. Say the words."
"Please make me come all over you, Zayne," she whispers in desperation. "Please."
I groan, burying my face in her throat as I set to work, giving her exactly what she asked for so sweetly. I set my thumb against her clit, grinding in firm circles as I curl my finger up, looking for her sweet spot.
I know the instant I find it.
A startled cry of ecstasy leaves her lips, and her inner muscles flutter wildly. She shakes in my arms as she falls to pieces, her sticky juices making a fucking mess of my hand.
I work her through it, not letting up until she goes limp in my arms, panting for breath. Once she does, I peel her away from the door, holding her to my chest.
"Did that feel as good as it sounded?"
"Yes," she whispers shyly.
"Good." I press my lips to her temple, breathing her in. "Next time, you'll be doing it on my tongue."
"N-next time?"
"Oh, lamb," I laugh quietly. "You never should have let me through the front door. Because now that I'm here, I have no intentions of leaving until every piece of you belongs to me." I tip her chin up, planting a kiss on her lips. "Starting with your heart."
"Zayne."
"Come on. We should get out of here before Gran and Bets come looking and realize what we've been doing in here."
"Zayne!"
I ignore her, knowing damn well she's trying to talk herself out of falling for me. It's too late for that, though. She never would have let me in if she wasn't already halfway there. We both know she knows this whole bodyguard story is bullshit. But she let me sell it anyway.
She's falling in love with me.
And I fully intend to be here to catch her when she makes the final swan dive off the edge.
Chapter Eight
Emma
"Gran,we'renotsleepingtogether," I growl, throwing my hands up as Gran tries to convince me for the fifth time to let Zayne sleep in the room with me. "Aren't you supposed to be telling me that I should save myself for marriage instead of trying to throw me at Zayne?"
"Save yourself for marriage?" Gran eyes me like I've lost my mind. "I'm old, not dead, Emmaline. I saw the way that sweet boy was looking at you through dinner. Whether he's in your bed tonight or after he has a ring on your finger, he'll be putting a ring on your finger."
I groan, flopping down on my bed to stare up at the ceiling. "I'm surrounded by crazy people," I mutter to the spackling. "Somehow, I'm the sanest person in this house."
"Not if you're making that boy sleep on the couch, you're not," Gran snorts, perching on the bed beside me.
I turn my head to glare at her, which only makes her laugh at me. "You can pout about it all you want, but tantrums never changed the truth, girl. That boy is in love with you."
