Page 62 of Owning Emma

“I had no questions on where we stand.” He moved an inch closer, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “I told you it didn’t have to be just one way, Roman.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m struggling to figure out what that even means,” I admitted, swallowing hard around the confession.

He crowded my space, standing so close that my thigh hit the desk and if he breathed too deep, our skin would touch. “It means it could be you and me and you and her. It could be all of us together. There are no rules that say we have to pick.”

My voice was shaky, “But society won’t accept this, Shaw.”

“Fuck society!” He roared, his chest brushing mine. “What is it that you fucking want?”

I knew, I knew I wanted them both, I think. I knew before last night. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that I wanted her and my desire for Shaw shortly followed. But to voice it? I felt the shame as my cheeks reddened for the confession I was about to make. “I want you. I want her. I want both of you every night next to me, even when I know I shouldn’t want either.”

His hand shot up, wrapping tightly onto my jaw, dominating me and forcing my gaze on him, his voice a rough growl that had never been directed at me before. “There is no shame in wanting us.” I was trying to convince myself of that. “Say it.”

I tried to look away, but his grip tightened, forcing me to look into his eyes as he waited. It was a struggle. I knew wanting them both was wrong, but deep down, it felt so incredibly right. Like destiny, finally clicking into place. He was right, I shouldn’t care about society or social norms. All that mattered was the three of us. Fuck, society. Fuck everyone who judged our decision. “There is no shame in wanting you, or her, in my bed. In my life.”

The sound that came from his throat could have been approval, or a release of aggression. I wasn’t sure. His fingers tightened with bruising strength, his eyes fluttered over my face and suddenly, his lips were crashing against mine, his tongue coaxing over my bottom lip, begging me to grant entry. I did, I opened my mouth to his kiss, moving my lips in perfect sync with his, our tongues dueling in perfect harmony.

My fingers reached up, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling hard. He moaned into my mouth as he forced his body into mine, making sure I felt every hard inch of what this kiss did to him. I pushed back, proving to him that he wasn’t the only one with want in this relationship, and he groaned at the contact.

All too soon, his hand on my waist squeezed tightly before he pulled back, resting his head on my shoulder as I panted with my need for air. His strangled voice reached me, so soft I could hardly hear it, “So long, I’ve dreamed of kissing you.” He stepped back, his eyes finally meeting mine, and I swore I saw his body shiver. “I was sent here to tell you dinner would be ready in five. I think we’re late.”

He didn’t say more, just turned on his heel and walked away, this time he made it past the door.

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