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He chuckles low, teasing me with soft kisses right where I need him before giving another long lick, the flat of his tongue hitting my clit at the end.
He builds me up, adding first one finger, then a second to the mix, pumping in and out with care as he continues to use his tongue, both pacifying and setting me aflame. I make the mistake of looking down, the sight of his dark head bobbing, face set in concentration, sending a rush of arousal through me, body quivering with anticipation for what’s sure to come soon.
I bring my hand down, running my fingers through his soft locks, and he looks up at me, the contact electric.
“I’m close,” I whisper, hips bucking as he concentrates on my clit.
He makes a sound of acknowledgment, doubling down on his efforts, my thighs tensing as waves crash over me, small at first and growing higher, until I’m drowning in sensation. He keeps me grounded, sucking on me hard as I moan loudly, letting him have his way with me as the tension finally releases and he backs off, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. My muscles quiver and I tug him up, kissing him tenderly, trying to show him with my kiss just how amazing that was.
“I want to do that every night,” he murmurs against my lips. “Hear you moan for me. Watch you come like that. You’re so fucking sexy.”
I grin, my brain still in a fog as I curl a leg around his hip, drawing him in closer. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”
He brushes my hair back from my face, tenderness in his gaze. “I’ve got more in store for you too.”
“Mmm. Show me.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emma
He moves off the bed, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his fly, pants and boxers coming off in quick succession. I get a peek of his glorious ass as he bends over the nightstand drawer and opens a new box of condoms. He rolls one on, the action mesmerizing. “Do you need time to recover?”
I shake my head, gaze glued to his nude body. I had no idea he looked so good under those suits.
He covers me once more, his cock brushing my thigh, and I tense all over, weirdly rigid. Okay, let’s try that again. I open my legs wide, inviting him closer, but as he nudges against my core, my nails grip his sides like talons.
He retreats, concern on his face as he asks, “You okay?”
I nod, trying to shake off this strange energy stealing over me. “Yeah, of course.”
He tries once more, but as his cock pushes in, I let out a gasp. And not the sexy kind. More like something’s seriously wrong.
“Sorry.” I press the heels of my palms into my eyes, my lips trembling for some reason. “I’m not sure what’s going on with me.”
He drops to one elbow, other hand warm on my midriff. “Do you still want to do this? We don’t have to—”
“I want this.” My voice is firm, but it doesn’t change that something is holding me back. “I…” I shut my eyes, not wanting to look at him as a thought works through my brain, not fully conscious till just now. Under the haze of passion, I wasn’t letting myself work through my emotions. “I think a part of me is worried you’ll regret this,” I whisper, not realizing I was even concerned about that. And not only because I haven’t admitted who I am. More because of his previous stance on the situation.
He doesn’t immediately deny the idea, instead calmly asking, “Why do you think that?”
I fidget with the edge of the sheet. “Well, you spent so much time saying before that you’d never sleep with someone you employ. That you didn’t want this to happen. And if we do this, it can’t be undone.” I peek at him, trying to gauge his reaction, unprepared for the gentleness in his gaze.
“If this was only lust, some itch I wanted to scratch, we wouldn’t be here right now.” His palm travels up my body, cupping my cheek, the tenseness in my muscles relaxing. “But this is more than that. I don’t want to deny this connection between us any longer.” He pauses, seeming to struggle with his words for a moment before he murmurs, “I’m falling in love with you, Emma.”
Tears pool in my eyes, slipping down my cheeks before I can stop them, my heart expanding, even as that ever-present guilt weighs me down further. Now should be the time I confess. I should tell him everything, lay it all out and see how he reacts.
Watch his gaze shutter, recoiling from me as he realizes I’ve been untruthful.
I can’t ruin this. Not this perfect, beautiful moment I’ve dreamt about. The man of my dreams telling me he loves me.
“I feel the same way,” I choke out, my words completely honest even if it’s not what I should be saying.
The joy on his face is worth the price of keeping my secret a little longer, and I wipe my happy tears away, returning his embrace, his powerful arms securing me to him.
“Don’t think for a minute I’ll ever regret this,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m committed to this. To us.”
I squeeze my eyes tight, wishing beyond hope his declaration holds true in the future. “I am too. And I just want you to know, I—” I swallow hard, letting out a shaky breath. “No matter what happens, I love you.”