Frustration boiled up my throat. Then déjà vu hit me with a brick, taking me back to the time when he’d been the one at the mercy of limitations I’d assumed instead of truly seeing him.
I took a slow breath. Let it out. “I’m not agitated, cielito. I want you to fuck me.”
Embry’s gaze bottomed out, shock widening his sleep-heavy eyes. “You do?”
“Yeah.”
He rolled closer, searching me for all the things I probably hadn’t thought of. But he didn’t ask why—or whynow, so perhaps, for once, my face held all the answers.
Embry kissed me, grazing a hand over my tender abdomen. I shivered, and he pulled back to drill his glittery stare into me again. “It might hurt—and I don’t just mean the obvious. You’re more banged up than you realise.”
I knew that. But this yearning for him, for this last piece ofus, I couldn’t let it go. Even if I had to tap out, I needed it more than I’d ever needed anything. “Please?”
Embry groaned, cinching his eyes shut. “You have no idea how hard the responsible side of me is fighting right now.”
I knew that too. And what it had taken formeto lose that fight with him.
He wore more clothes than me, still in the sweats he’d fallen asleep in, his dick straining at the soft cotton even as he braved the war going on in his conscience.
I slid a hand over his hip, drawing him closer, tugging him over me as he began to relent, widening my legs to make room for him. Kissing him. Breathing a final plea against his hot lips. “Please?”
For long moments, his mouth fused to mine, he didn’t give me an answer.
Then he pulled back and gripped my chin, the first strains of winter sun filtering through the blinds and sparkling in his gaze. “For this to work, you have to trust me.”
“I do trust you?—”
He sealed my mouth shut. “You have totrust me,” he repeated, “and let me take the weight in ways you never have. Can you do that? Even if it’s just for this?”
Embry was too clever for me. But as he let his hand slip from my mouth and we stared at each other in the slowly lightening room, every thread of us connected. I knew what he was really asking, and my answer was nothing but truth.
“Yes.”
Embry smiled—hesmirked, planting a palm either side of my head. “I’ve thought about this way too much.”
“When?”
“Hmm?”
“When do you think about it?”
“I thought about it the whole time you were gone, until I realised something was wrong.”
“I don’t believe you.” My breath caught as Embry went for my throat. “You’re too obsessed with stable insulation these days—fuck.”
He bit me and the spiked sensation went straight to my dick, arching me from the floor.
Embry held me down, his hand flying to my hip—mybarehip—as he pushed my sweatpants down. “Easy,” he murmured. “Trust me, remember?”
He hadn’t specified trusting him meant lying sprawled on my back while he took me apart. But it happened anyway. He tossed my clothes aside and danced his lips and tongue down my body, and I lost myself in it, in him, as his lemon-and-mint scent swirled around us like a fucking shield, and my cock found its way to his mouth—a scenario that had always sent me spiralling, but this was different. So fucking different. Embry wasn’t getting me riled up to fuck him. He was getting me ready for him to fuckme, and the realities were worlds apart.
I’d never let anyone or anything inside me, not even him. Not his fingers or his dick. His tongue.
But that was all about to change.
Embry blew me until I nearly died on the fucking floor. Until I was panting, legs sprawled, head thrown back, dick so hard it could whittle glass.
Then he pushed two fingers inside me and Iwrithed, a startled growl spilling out of me, the sharp sensation of that wicked intrusion clashing swords with the desire I’d nursed all these years,losingas pleasure coiled in my gut and the rumble in my chest melted into a groan.