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“Emma, you're...” Words fail me; there's only the sensation and the undeniable truth that she has unraveled me completely.

She pulls back, and crawls over me, her body a sight that leaves my mouth watering. Then she throws a leg over me and grabs me, guiding me into her and sliding down the length of me with a stunned look in her eyes.

I grip her hips, keeping her from moving, because I’m there. “Emma, if you keep going...” My voice trails off, but I think she understands my meaning.

She looks at me, that mischievous glint still in her eyes, and then she's lifting before lowering slowly, taking me in inch by inch. The view from here is breathtaking—Emma, looking like a goddess, riding me with unabashed wonder lighting up her face.

Her hips buck and shock fills her features as words leave her lips, “That feels so good.”

As she moves, riding me with a wild abandon that leaves me breathless, I feel her tense up and know she’s already at the edge again. There's no holding back now; her rhythm is relentless, natural, as if she’s made for this—to ride, to take, to conquer. Her eyes lock on mine, wide with the thrill of newfound power, of pleasure, of satisfaction. I'm captivated by every movement, every soft moan that leaves her lips.

“God, Emma, you're incredible.” I reach up, palming her breasts and earning another gasp from her.

She smiles, a flash of triumph, and then her belly tightens. She clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over her, and it's all I need to let go, to join her in that blinding pleasure.

I lower my hands to her hips, holding onto her as we both ride out the ecstasy. Then she collapses into me and suddenly, we’re a tangle of limbs and heaving chests. The world outside this room, this bed, dissolves into nothingness. All that matters is Emma—her warmth, her scent, the quick breaths that fill the silence.

I trace my fingertips down her spine, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch. She shivers, and I hold her closer. The taste of her lingers on my lips and the room cools our overheated bodies.

“Did I... was it good for you?” she whispers, uncertainty flooding her words.

“Better than good,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You are amazing, Emma Riley.”

She snuggles against me, her breath tickling my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like this,” she whispers.

“Me, either,” I say. And it's the truth. With Emma, everything feels new.

But as I hold her, savoring the quiet intimacy, darkness creeps into my heart. This kind of joy, this perfection—it can't last.

Reality is waiting, ready to slap us down for our actions. I push those thoughts away, focusing instead on Emma's gentle curves, the way our bodies fit together, the undeniable rightness of this moment.

“Stay with me,” she whispers, her words almost too quiet to hear.

Chapter Seventeen

Emma

Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets and across his handsome face. I blink away remnants of sleep as I soak in the way Kade looks in my bed, his dark hair tousled from sleep or the night before, I’m not sure which.

A slow smile spreads across my face as fresh memories of our time takes over my thoughts. My cheeks burn as I think about how I’d acted, and how much fun I’d had. He’s amazing.

Leaning in, I press my lips to his.

“Morning,” I whisper.

“Hey,” he says in a deep, raspy voice that makes my stomach flip flop. His arm, heavy and warm, snakes around me, pulling me tighter into his embrace. But the day won't wait for us, not even for a moment as sweet as this. With a playful wriggle, I slip out of his hold and sit up, my feet touching the cool floor. I feel ready to take on the day, and like nothing can stop me.

My heart is still racing from the contact with him and memories. There's a flutter in my stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement that hasn't settled since last night.

I'm halfway to the bathroom when the sound of the floorboards creaking slightly stops me in place. Turning my head, I find Kade's gaze fixed on me, dark eyes smoldering with warnings of all the things he wants to do to me as I stand here naked.

I freeze, then bolt.

He catches me in the bathroom and wraps me up in his arms, his muscles flexing as I giggle, and he pulls me close. When he lets me go, I walk over to turn on the shower. Steam begins filling the room, and I step under the hot spray with a glance over my shoulder at him.

The water cascades over my sensitive skin. He steps in behind me, and I lean into him as he pulls me close again. “You’re in a touchy mood this morning,” I whisper.

“I can’t keep my hands to myself. And I don’t want to,” he growls, and I shiver.