I needed a bigger hit.
Embry’s chest was still damp from the shower. A drop of water ran between his pecs. I caught it on my tongue and pulled him into my lap.
He fell easily into the same position he had in the cave and up on the clubhouse roof, straddling my waist. The perfect fit. My cock strained against my jeans. I saw Embry’s peeking from his waistband and couldn’t stop my hips jerking up.
“Fuck.” He clamped his hands on my shoulders. “Do that again.”
A strained sound escaped me. “I don’t want to freak you out.”
“Don’t think about it.” He stopped moving and seized my chin again, his eyes two heady storm clouds. “Don’t kiss me and think of that. It’d fucking kill me.”
I felt the bad energy rise in him. The fear. I wrapped my arms around him, cradling him against me. “I won’t, cielito. I promise.”
Another lie, but this one didn’t flay me alive. If the nightmare was mine instead of his and it kept him safe, I’d take it every day until the reaper came for me.
Embry shivered again, fighting the past. Fightinghimself. I leaned back, giving him space, missing his loose limbs and hot lips so much it hurt. Hating the pain that wracked him with a violence so vivid, my fucking vision blurred.
I rubbed the base of his skull, tangling my fingers in his hair.
Come back to me, Em. I love you.
One day I’d say it out loud. I wouldn’t be scared of being a man who didn’t deserve him.
Today wasn’t that day, but somehow, he heard me and raised his head. Back in the room.
Back withme. His hands found their way to my face again. He kissed me, but it was different this time. Like he’d shed a layer of skin and the fear and desperation we both carried had dialled down and he could see us more clearly.
I was still leaning back.
Embry closed the distance between us and his cock hit my stomach, grinding against the muscles there.
Goddamn. My eyes rolled in my skull and my dick pulsed, arousal setting fires in every fucking nerve ending. I choked out a moan and hooked him closer, skating my hands down his bare torso and under the waistband of his sweats. My fingers found the firm swell of muscle there, by accident more than anything. I’d never done this part with a bloke before. The dancer I’d fucked last summer... that was it. We’d fucked. Mechanical. Detached. Not like this, where the faintest brush of skin sent me to the moon and back.
I dug my fingers into Embry’s hips and thighs, fighting the compulsion to be gentle with him. To becareful. He didn’t want that. And I’d promised him.
Fuck, I’dpromised.
I tried to quiet my brain. To block it all out and let my hands do what they damn well pleased while Embry ripped my T-shirt over my head and chucked it on the floor.
Chest to chest, we ran out of oxygen. Embry pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “Maybe I don’t want to scareyou. Ever think of that?”
“Scare me?”
A filthy grin warmed his face, eviscerating the anxious nellie still lurking in me. “If I was a girl, you’d have your dick in me by now.”
“What ifIwas the girl?”
Embry licked the seam of my mouth. “I’d bend you over the fucking sink.”
My heart skipped a beat. I’d never pictured anyone bending me over anything, but the way he said it made my blood pump hotter in ways I didn’t recognise.
I thrust my hips, an unconscious movement.
Embry’s eyes grew half-lidded. “You like that, don’t you?”
“What? Getting banged with no foreplay?”
“Who said there’d be no foreplay?”