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“I’d start with how I was able to break in with no fucking problem. Which is astonishing given the fact that you’re so anal about safety.” She moves for the door, and mindlessly I move to wrap my arm around her waist and scoop her in the air.

Her face aligns with mine, my palms cup her perfect ass, and it’s the only effective way to get her to stay the hell still.

Unfortunately, though, she doesn’t bother to wrap her legs around my hips, but she doesn’t need to. I can do it for her.

My hands slide down her soft thighs, coaxing her legs open to where she has to use me as an anchor.

My cock is begging—has been begging—to just take her right here and now. I don’t think she’d protest, but I want her willing on this one.

“How about I make it worth your while,” I propose, letting my palms slide back to her ass.

“How?”

“We might fight a lot, baby…but the sex was phenomenal.” Emmy’s lips part, and I trail a pair of fingers over one leg towards the center of her warmth. “And I haven’t had you in a while.”

“Bishop…”

“Not yet. I’m not inside you.”

Her expression hardens. “You’re not—“

“Is he your boyfriend, Ems?”

“No—“ She shakes her head. “—but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be your booty call whenever you want me.”

“I always want you.” I feel the stiffness from her body begin to soften, and I lean in. “No matter who you try to replace me with.”

My lips don’t collide with hers because I want her to feel everything. Me losing my own control over keeping us standing in one spot, her being the only rational reason why I’m in her bedroom in the first place. My worst distraction and my beautiful dream.

Emmy doesn’t hesitate with opening her lips wider, inviting me in without my asking. Showing herself to me like I haven’t done to her.

I envy her bravery. I want it to seep into my pores so I can express everything that simmers in my brain.

“Someone might love me one day,” she mutters against my mouth. “And you want me to remain this way. Do you believe it’s that hard for someone to?”

I mindlessly shake my head because it’s not even a question. It’s effortless when you get to know her. It seeps and stays there and never fades.

I love Emmy Lou Rhodes with every molecule that makes me up. I should’ve told her the first time, but it always seemed to be lodged deep in the back of my throat, and I feel like I’m always choking on it.

“Not at all,” I tell her, brushing a piece of hair away from her face.

Her hand finds the top of mine as my thumb brushes through her thick locks. “But not yours.”

Our eyes meet and just like always, I’m a moth to the flame. I’m hooked and I want to be. There is nowhere else in the world that I would rather be than with Emmy Lou Rhodes.

Her words sound like a conviction, but she’s wrong. The adage that actions speak louder than words doesn’t hold true for Emmy because she needed those too. And the more we talk about us, the more I understand how she felt.

Except my brain won’t form the idea that we’d survive the day when she’d shatter my heart if she ever did. So it keeps all warm and fuzzy feelings at bay.

“You’ll always be mine,” I declare with a slight shake to my voice. “It doesn’t matter who you're with.”

“That’s not how this works. Just because you have some male ego that—“ My lips collide with hers, and I don’t waste a second with double-guessing myself or us reaping the consequences once again from my actions, I just do.

My tongue sweeps across the seam of her lips, seeking entrance to her sweet mouth and taste.

It’s a brain-numbing high to kiss Emmy, and I didn’t think I’d endure it at times but, after what seems like a lifetime of waiting, I have her again and plan to make her mine with everyone knowing.

Emmy slowly opens for me, and my hands take on a mind of their own. Exploring her body and the thin material of her bottoms. The feel of her soft skin against my callous hands is a contrast that sends a thrill of lust straight to every nerve ending in my body.

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