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"I know. I locked it." Her hands were on her hips, her mouth a thin line, but there was an attractive little blush in her cheeks that didn't have anything to do with anger. It was everything I could do not to take her right there by the cash register.
"You can't just walk in the front door like that."
I frowned. "I thought we were over the being embarrassed by me thing."
"I'm not embarrassed--" She cut herself off, pulled the door closed, and lowered the blinds. "Please go."
"At least it's please this time."
"Alfie--"
"What did Angel want? Was he bothering you?" I couldn't keep the hostility out of my voice. Emilia's eyes narrowed.
"That's none of your business."
I wasn't used to the ugly clench of jealousy around my heart, and I didn't like it. "You looked uncomfortable."Like you were trapped, I wanted to add but didn't say out loud.
"You should recognize the look," she said. "It's the same one I give you."
"No, it's not." My gaze demanded her attention. "You look at me like you can't decide if you want to fight me or fuck me."
I didn't miss how her pupils swallowed every inch of those dark brown eyes, how her breath hitched, or her chin tilted up in challenge, her gaze dropping down to my lips for just a moment. "Maybe I just hate you," Emilia whispered.
"You don't. If you did, I'd already be dead."
Her eyes softened into something vulnerable and fragile, but before I could move, she kissed me. It wasn't sweet or tentative like last time. Emilia kissed me like she was drowning, fingers tangled in my hair, nails digging into my scalp, teeth sinking into my bottom lip until I groaned. I backed her against the counter and lifted her up, Emilia's legs wrapping around my waist, her core pressed deliciously against the hard line of my cock.
God, the tase of her lips, of her mouth pressed to mine. She lit me up like a firework, fizzling sparks dancing breathlessly through my veins. Emilia whimpered when I rocked against her, a throaty sound of pleasure that left me half-mad with want. Her dress rode up her thighs, exposing miles of soft olive skin. I wanted to taste her, to bury myself in her, to feel the tight, wet heat of her. My fingers slid under the edge of her panties, rough skin dancing against delicate silk, and damn, I wanted her, but I shouldn’t--
"Please..."
That single word destroyed me. Emilia was perched on the edge of the counter, dress rucked up to her thighs and straddling my hips. I could feel the wet need between her legs, the rapid beat of her heart against my skin, the fingernails dug into myshoulders. It almost killed me to do it, but I pulled back until my lips were a breath away from hers.
"Please what, sweetheart?" I asked. "Tell me what you need."
Emilia mewled, a low, needy sound in her throat, and my cock throbbed painfully. "You...I need you."
Jesus fucking Christ. I kissed her again, swallowing her cry of pleasure as I rolled my hips against her. Emilia rocked into me, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me seeing stars, all friction and want and need. Emilia's hands slid beneath my tee shirt, fingernails tracing along my belly and sending lightning up my spine when they dared to tease along my beltline. I groaned as her palm cupped my aching cock through my jeans.
"Fuck, Emilia."
"I want you," she breathed, nipping at my lips. I growled and pulled her hand away, pinning it above her head. Her eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown black with want. I traced her mouth with my free thumb. Emilia's tongue darted out to lick the pad.
"Christ, you're killing me." I released my grip on her hand, and Emilia immediately reached for me. I grabbed both her hands in one of mine and pinned them above her head, holding her in place. She rocked into me again, and I nearly came undone.
"Please..."
"Look at you, begging like a good little girl," I growled in her ear. I bit the soft skin just below it. "But I've got to warn you, sweetheart, I'm no saint."
I released her wrists and slid my hand down her throat. Emilia gasped. She stilled beneath me. I held her gaze, and a thrill shot up my spine as I wrapped my fingers around her neck. Not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know who was in charge.
"More--"
"Shh. Quiet now." I pressed my mouth to the rapid pulse in her neck, the faintest pressure of my lips to the delicate skin. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?"
Emilia shivered, eyes dark and wide and unreadable, but she nodded.
"Good." I kissed her again, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. She opened to me so sweetly, whimpering as my fingers found their way beneath her panties again. I ran my fingers through the slickness of her core and groaned against her lips. "So wet for me already. You're soaked, aren't you?"
