Page 35 of Marry Me…Maybe?
Squeezing his eyes shut, he let himself go, giving her everything he had until he heard her cry out with relief, felt her shudder and twitch beneath him, and then he came hard, rushing into her with a force he hadn’t realised was possible.
Pressing himself deep into her, he allowed the pleasure to take him over, holding him suspended in an electric fever that he wanted to go on forever.
But it didn’t. Slowly the feeling subsided and he became aware of Emily crushed beneath him, his still remarkably hard cock lying heavy inside her.
Drawing back slowly, he heard her give a deep exhalation of breath and raised his head to look at her, not entirely sure what sort of a reaction he was going to get.
She was beaming at him, her eyes wide and punch-drunk, her mouth red from his rough kisses.
‘Well,’ she said, pushing herself up to a sitting position. ‘That was unexpected.’
‘Yeah.’
He ran a hand over his hair, shoving it back out of his eyes and turning away from her to remove the condom and redress himself. He swore soundly under his breath, astounded with himself for giving in to his base urges so easily when he’d been doing so well to resist her up until this point.
When he turned back, she’d pulled the skirt of her dress down to cover herself again and was eyeing him warily. ‘Don’t worry – I’m on the pill as well, so there’s very little chance of any accidents happening. I always use two types of protection, just in case.’
He shot up an eyebrow. ‘You’re that worried about getting pregnant?’
‘I’m not the sort of person who should have kids,’ she said flatly.
‘Why not?’ he asked, frowning.
She shrugged but didn’t meet his eye. ‘I’m too selfish.’
The false levity in her voice disturbed him. ‘That’s not how Lula paints you.’
She looked up to meet his gaze, her expression guarded. ‘So Lula let slip about my mum not being dead, huh?’
‘Yes.’
She sighed. ‘Look, I’m sorry I lied, but I didn’t think I needed totell you the truth. You didn’t seem very interested in really getting to know me. And I was worried it might have an impact on our deal and possibly ruin our chances of having Lula’s wedding here.’ She swiped a hand in the air. ‘Anyway, it doesn’t matter since I’ll be completely out of your life in about a week.’
His stomach clenched with disquiet, but he shook it off. He didn’t want to think about what it would be like never to see her again.
Moving to sit down on the desk next to her, he turned to recapture eye contact. ‘What won’t matter, Emily? What’s going on with your mother?’
Her eyes widened in surprise. ‘Lula didn’t tell you?’
‘No. She wouldn’t say any more. She said to ask you,’ he said, beginning to worry about what she might be about to tell him – especially after what they’d just done.
She took a breath. ‘My mum’s in a psychiatric hospital.’
He stared at her in surprise. That wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting her to say. ‘Why?’ he managed to get out eventually.
‘She has severe cyclical bipolar disorder. She gets violent and tries to hurt other people. And herself.’
‘Why would you feel you had to hide that from me?’
She let out a snort. ‘I don’t know. Maybe I’m worried you’ll think I’m like that too?’
He blinked. ‘Are you worried that you are?’
She didn’t answer him – just stared down at the floor.
‘Surely, you’d know by now if you were bipolar?’ he asked, feeling a shot of unease at trying to discuss a subject he knew nothing about.
She shrugged. ‘I get this feeling bubbling up in me some days – like I’m walking on the edge of something dangerous. It scares me.’
