Page 94 of The Love Destroyers

She laughs, her throat moving with it, and I lean in on impulse and kiss it softly, ending with a nip. She makes a sound that indicates she wants to say something, so I pull my lips from her, feeling the immediate need to press them back.

“I’d probably need to do all the work.”

I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make me even harder—hard enough to break concrete.

“You take me how you need me, Emma. Anything you want.”

Her eyes glimmer as if I’d handed her the world, and how could Inotsmile? She loves to be in control, and I just gave her the reins. I’d like to think she’d be okay with passing them back and forth, but maybe I’ll never know. She is a woman of her word, after all, and she said tonight is the only night we get to touch. For four years. Well, if it is, I’m going to make the most of it.

She rocks against me again, and I feel like I’m seconds away from coming in my pants. “I want it to happen in this chair,” she says. “It needs someone to enjoy it. This may be the only way how. Besides, they told you to sit up as much as possible.”

I grip her hip tighter, wanting her to stay exactly where she is. “Youarea woman who listens to the rules.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I were. Where are your condoms?”

There’s an assumption behind the words. It’s a correct assumption, but probably not for the reason she’s thinking. I haven’t fucked anyone since coming to Asheville. Hell, I haven’t kissed anyone since the last time I kissedher, but if she knew that, she might read something into it. She’d probably be correct to, and yet, I’m guessing she wouldn’t like what it implies.Idon’t like what it implies.

I also don’t like how many times I’ve wondered whether she’s gotten any rebound action since moving to Smith House. She could walk into any bar and have the men all falling all over themselves.

She’s here with you now, you idiot.

“My bureau, top left drawer.”

“You trust me to go through your things?” she asks as she gives me another teasing little pass—pressing down on my straining dick.

“Absolutely not. But right now I don’t care.”

She laughs as she gets up, leaving me feeling totally bereft—like my body no longer knows what to do with itself if she’s not on top of it.

“I’ll be right back,” she says over her shoulder.

I watch the sway of her ass in those tight purple yoga pants as she leaves, thinking all kinds of thoughts. She’s a perfect vision in those pants, tight in all the right places, with her dark hair loose around her bare shoulders and the expanse of her back on display. When she’s gone, I’m left with an unfamiliar feeling. Nerves. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, and I don’t at all like it. I try to stuff it down, where I keep all the things I don’t like, but they’ve had a way of surfacing lately. Of breathing down my neck.

My eyes find that rabbit, who looks uncomfortable in his cage, and an unexpected feeling of sympathy washes through me. Sure, Carrot wants to bite and scratch me, and he would probably gnaw on my corpse if I died in this room. But he’s caught in a cage. I know what it is to feel caught, and I’d bite off my own foot to escape, no question.

But I don’t feel caught right now, with Emma.

I feel nothing but fortunate, and all this rabbit has is the pile of curated carrots she gave him.

“We’ll get you sorted,” I murmur to him, just as Emma emerges from my bedroom with a strip of condoms, her chest is still bared to me. I can’t look away from her.

“Are you talking to Carrot?” she asks, her voice teasing but pleased as she prowls over to me.

“I was talking to my dick,” I tease. “Come here.” I reach for her, and she sets the condoms down on the table, within reach, and sits on my lap. “You feel good on top of me,” I breathe out. “So good.”

Like she belongs, but that’s something I know not to say. Even if she hadn’t set the boundary of tonight, I would haveset boundaries of my own. She’s my sister’s sister-in-law. She’s a lawyer. She’s a woman who could wrap me around her pinky with a glance. She’s dangerous to me for so many reasons, but especially for this one—

I don’t want her to leave.

She runs her fingertips through my hair, then circles them around the bump on my head, surprising me when she tips her lips up to press a soft kiss next to it. A feeling of sweet warmth pulses through me, which I try to strangle by focusing on the painful need I feel.

“We have to take off your pants,” she breathes into my ear and then rises to her feet and slips off her shoes, followed by her yoga pants and underwear, leaving her bared to me.

My body’s still exhausted, still hurting, but I’ve never gotten up more quickly. My rib reminds me it’s still very much bruised, my head suggests that rest would be a better alternative to what I have planned, but I’m going to listen to no one but my dick right now.

Emma watches me with a smile, then gets down on her knees and unfastens the button of my pants, then tugs the zipper down, track after track. She pushes them down while staring up at me, her eyes full of heat.

“Do you want a taste?” I ask, half kidding. Okay, five percent kidding.

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