Page 91 of The Scarab's Game
Once it was on, he pushed into me slowly, filling me in one lazy stroke. Stretching me. Overwhelming me in the bestpossible way. His hips rocked gently, as if neither of us were fully awake.
“Yeah.” This was what I’d wanted. “Right there. Like that.”
“Still so wet,” he breathed, his hands roaming my body. He cupped my breasts, his fingertips teasing my nipples. “Is this how you wanted to start the day, honey?”
Honey. He was still calling me honey. “Perfect.”
He tweaked one of my nipples. “Are you going to beg me to stop, like you did last night?”
“No.” Not yet, at least.
“You will.” His teeth raked across my shoulder, and he continued with the torturous pace, building a fire inside my core. In. Out. In. Out. How long could he go on like this?
“Oh, god, Emmett, I need more.”
His speed remained constant. Hewastrying to kill me. “Beg me.”
“Please,” I whimpered, arching my back to invite him deeper. “Fuck me harder.”
“Close enough.” His pace quickened, and he gripped my hips with newfound urgency, holding me in place as he owned every inch of me. Slamming into me, he growled, “Is this what you want?”
“Oh god, yes, yes, yes,” I panted, the entire world vanishing as stars lit up my vision. The orgasm ripped through me, shattering me.
He tensed behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he found his own release. For long moments, he held onto my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as if he needed the anchor to reality. Finally, he relaxed and kissed my shoulder. He rolled out of bed to take care of the condom, giving me an opportunity to watch him move.
Emmett’s body was a masterpiece of lean strength. Defined muscle, like a Grecian sculpture, rather than a bodybuilder. Hewas even more gorgeous naked than in his fancy clothes. And the way the morning light filtered through the curtains, catching the thin sheen of sweat on his skin? Too delicious for words.
Three long scars marred his back, though. Was that from his kidnapping?
When he slid into the bed, he didn’t pull me back into his arms. Instead, he lay on his back, an unreadable expression on his face, one arm tucked casually behind his head. “Thank you.”
I rolled over, laying my head in the crook of his arm, and pulled a knee up over his hips. “Seriously? I should be the one saying that. I’m still up by two orgasms over you.”
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“So good.” I drew circles across his chest. There were so many words I wanted to say, but I kept them inside. I didn’t need to tell him how long I’d wanted him, how he’d been the only man to put me first, or how magical it had been—that would all be too awkward. “Think we should try and even that count out later?”
His breathing was slow and easy, his heart beating a simple rhythm under my ear. When he didn’t answer, I chanced a look.
His eyes were closed, features relaxed. “You didn’t bring an evening gown with you, did you?”
I sat up slightly at the odd subject change, but Emmett eased me back down.
“You’ll need something for the auction tonight.”
Work. We were back on the work topic. So much for the magic. “I didn’t bring anything fancy.”
He began idly sweeping his fingers along my back. “We’ll go shopping later.”
Aunt Penny paid me well, but not well enough for an evening gown in Monaco. “I don’t?—”
“Business expense. My treat.”
How did I feel about that? I’d wasted a thousand euros in the Casino last night, but with one careless toss of a chip onto the roulette table, he’d more than won it back.
Emmett yawned, and the hand on my back slowed. “Are you happy?”
“Yes,” I whispered.So much, yes.