Page 69 of Owning Emma

“And I have?” he challenged. “Do you know how good you and Emma’s touch feels against my skin?” I shook my head as he crowded into my space. “Before you both, every touch made my nerves go crazy and my skin crawl. I hated it. The sickening feeling of knowing someone’s skin was against mine. That I was vulnerable and close enough to let someone touch me, close enough to their body, it made my stomach roll every fucking time. “

I swallowed hard as his body became so close his lips were almost a whisper against my ear. “But you two? A fucking bliss I never thought I deserved. You want limits? Boundaries? Caution? I want fucking none of it!” he growled right before he bit my ear, causing my cock to jolt. His palm came to my jeans and rubbed against the thickening length while the other rested reassuringly against the wall. “I want you both equally. In every way. Even if it makes me afraid and uncomfortable, even if I’m stepping out of every fucking boundary I know. I want . . . no . . . I fucking need you, Roman. All of you.”

My throat felt clogged, and I could hardly swallow after his confession. His palm sending jolts of pleasure through my body wasn’t helping. I forced myself to swallow and turned my head, meeting his piercing gaze head on. He was scared just like me but taking a step into the unknown with my best friend by my side was the least painful thing I’d ever done in my life. My eyes fell to his lips again and instead of responding, instead of telling him verbally that I was scared, too, that this new step was the biggest thing I’d done in my whole life. Instead of just opening my mouth and letting all I was feeling tumble out, instead of just using words . . .

I kissed him.

I drew those lips I’d been eying since he got home into my mouth and slowly told him how I felt. I gave him everything I had, everything easy about us, everything hard, everything that was so damn . . . raw, that when we finally parted and I allowed myself to take a breath, the only thing I was breathing was him.

My chest was heaving when the door suddenly opened, Emma’s eyes falling over us as Shaw’s body hovered over mine, his palm still stroking my cock. She licked her lips before pulling her lower lip into her mouth and teasing it with her teeth. After a second, she released her lip from its torture. “I wanted to let you know, dinner is in thirty in the hall.”

“We’ll wash up then and help you out,” Shaw said, eying her over his shoulder like being caught like this hadn’t even phased him.

She smirked. “No rush.” Then she shut the door again.

He flexed his palm, his eyes dancing with mischief before he leaned in and whispered, “She did say no rush.”

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