“It’s not your fault,” she repeats as guilt begins to eat at my insides, ripping me apart piece by piece. “And it’s in the past now. There’s nothing we can do about it. It’s just another piece in our slightly broken puzzle of how we got here.”
“We’re not broken, babe,” I say softly.
She smiles at me, compassion oozing from her. “A little dented then, maybe?” she suggests.
Nodding, I lean forward, capturing her lips in a toe-curling kiss.
When we finally part, she looks at me with sadness darkening her eyes.
“I think we should go home.”
Disappointment floods me. I was more than happy to spend every single second we could in this place, just the two of us, while we let the rest of the world continue around us.
“Give me a couple of hours before I have to share you again?” I ask hopefully. I understand why she wants to get back, but I’m not ready. It might make me a selfish prick, asking to keep her to myself right now, but I’m confident that I can distract her from the worry that’s pinching her brows. “We can order room service. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” I wiggle my brows suggestively and she laughs. “Call your dad, check in with home so you know things are okay. Then I’ll take you back later this afternoon, yeah?”
She thinks about my offer for a beat before she nods, biting down on her lip and looking at me seductively through her lashes.
“Something you wanted, Hellcat?” I ask, my voice raspy from sleep and my overwhelming need for her, despite having spent almost all night inside her.
Her hips roll and she shudders when the head of my cock slides across her already more than ready pussy.
“Yeah,” she states confidently. “You.”
Wrapping my fingers around her hips, I drag her exactly where I want her and impale her on my dick in one swift move.
She cries out at the invasion, and I force myself to hold still. There’s no way she’s not sore after last night.
“You okay, babe?” I ask, sitting forward, allowing her pert nipples to brush against my chest, making her gasp and her inner muscles clamp down deliciously on my cock. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I rest my brow against hers, staring down into her dark, hungry eyes.
“I am now,” she says with a smirk. That simple statement makes my heart soar.
She might not have responded to my confession last night, but to be honest, I wasn’t expecting her to. Hell, I wasn’t even expecting to say the words. But in that moment, it felt right. I have no other ideas how to make her realise that I really want this. Her.
I’ve spent the past few months trying to prove the exact opposite and running from the truth. Well, I’m done. I’m so fucking done from running away from what I really want, from listening to that little voice in my head who tries to control me, force me into the life that’s been designed for me, not the one I actually want.
“We’ll take it slow.”
My eyes widen when her hand wraps around my throat, and she smiles in accomplishment that she’s been able to shock me.
“Don’t you ever fucking hold out on me, Theo. I’m here because I want you. All of you.”
I swallow harshly against her hold at the sincerity I see shining back at me in her eyes.
“What if I want to take it slow? What if I want to make love to you?” I ask, my heart thundering in my chest at asking a question I never envisaged falling from my lips… ever.
“Then do it, but because you want to, not because you don’t think I can handle anything else.”
“Fair enough, babe.” I roll my hips on the final word and Emmie cries out as I graze her G-spot, her grip on my throat tightening.
“You like hurting me, huh, babe?”
“Consider it revenge for all the times you’ve hurt me.” There’s a little bite to her tone, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I deserve a whole world of pain for the shit I’ve put her through.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Well, fuck,” she mutters, moving with me as I lift her from my cock. “Something else we agree oooooon,” she screams when I drop her back down.
“Pretty sure we can find plenty of other things. Like how you should be screaming louder.”