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I knew what it was like to have broken trust. I knew it all too well.

In a moment, my attitude did a 180, shifting from confusion to understanding in one fell swoop. At first I had wondered if it was a rejection—of me, of everything I was, and everything I represented. But in reality, I didn’t think Emmett wasn’t rejecting me. He wasn’t saying I didn’t matter, like I was always so afraid of.

He wasscared.

“Emmett,” I said softly.

“I want to try,” he breathed. “I want you more than you could even know.”

I hummed low, affection flooding me and making my cock start to harden again. I understood now.

And if all Emmett needed was for me to reassure him a little bit, I could do that. Easy fucking peasy.

I placed my hand on his thigh, running it up and down.

“I want you to fuck me,” I growled. “How’s that for trying?”

He breathed out a jagged breath as my hand slid up toward his cock, which was rapidly hardening under my palm.

He was sitting up now and I sat down next to him, tucked in the V-shaped corner of the sofa. There was nothing to stop us. Nothing to overthink. It was just me, him, and the reflected moonlight, coming in off of the blanket of snow outside.

When I crushed my mouth to his he moaned like it was the relief he’d been waiting for. He was pliant and responsive, opening his mouth to mine in an instant. I felt his legs open up on the couch, too.

Like he’d been waiting around for some cosmic permission from the universe, and now he had it.

His mouth was so sweet and warm, and exactly what I needed in the cold house.

More.

Fuck, I needed more.

“I wanted…” I said, stopping because I had to kiss his plush lips again before I continued. “I wanted you in bed next to me. I was lonely when I woke up.”

“Poor you,” he said against my lips in a teasing tone.

Thereit was. I smiled as my cock throbbed.

“I’ve been missing that attitude from you,” I murmured. “I was lonely, but I was also mad at you.”

I reached low to grip his cock again through the fabric of his pants. “You feel so good.”

He leaned back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. His gaze was all fire, even in the pale blue light from outside.

“I already told you that I want you to fuck me,” I said to him. “I still want it. Now more than ever. Not scared to say it.”

He swallowed, licking his lips. “Then you can have it.”

“I’m all yours,” I said, and it really seemed to do something for him because his cock pulsed under my palm and his eyes widened slightly.

“Get these clothes off,” he said a moment later. He squeezed around my hips and then stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

He pounded up the stairs and for a minute I was alone on the couch, breathing deep with my mind spinning.

I was harder than a diamond. When was the last time anything had turned me on this much? Had anyoneeverturned me on this much? I shoved all of my clothes off, somehow both cold and overheating at the same time.

When Emmett came back down the stairs, every ounce of the uncertainty from before was gone. He had a condom and a bottle of lube in his hand and he set them down on the table beside the couch, looking at me.

“Good,” he said, looking over at my naked body. “Turn over for me.”

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