Page 49 of My Turkish Fling
He’d been holding back, taking care of me, waiting…
“Take me, Emir.” The look I gave him held an open challenge.“Don’t hold back.”
Something in his eyes shifted. Darker. Hungrier. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
He turned me around, lifting my bottom up until I was on my knees, ass in the air.
“Oh my God, Janie,” he bit out, and I heard the condom wrapper, before he drove into me, emptying my lungs. Whatever control this man had held onto, I could no longer feel it. His hips pumped and he filled me again and again. The tightness in my core built up, releasing new ripples of pleasure.
I’d finally pushed him over the edge, and it drove me wild. I responded to each push with a moan, offering myself to him, yet losing myself in the sensation of absolute fullness.
“Janie, I can’t hold it.”
“Come, Emir.”
“Not without you.”
His fingers traced circles between my legs. Softer, then harder. I moved with him, chasing my second wave. When I heard his low growl and felt the pulse of his release inside me, my body followed, unraveling again. I felt it deeper, a hot wave that rose inside of me like magma from inside the earth.
He held onto my hips for a moment longer, locked into me, then eventually pulled away, letting me drop onto the mattress.
I sucked in breaths, trying to gather my fragmented thoughts. But my brain was mush. I wondered if the afterglow would last for days or weeks.
He discarded the condom and lay down next to me, pulling theblanket over us. With concerned eyes, he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Was that too rough?”
I smiled. “I’ll be walking funny for a week.”
His eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry. I… lost control for a moment.”
He looked so distraught and adorable I had to take his face into my hands. “Emir. That’s what I wanted. It was perfect.”
“Perfect,” he repeated, in disbelief, yet relieved.
Almost perfect. Maybe spank me next time. I wanted to say something brusque to lighten the mood. But his eyes were too soft, exploring me, his fingers playing with loose tendrils of hair, and something in me broke. I couldn’t put on a smile. I couldn’t deliver the clever lines.
“You took care of me like… no one ever has.” That was the truth, and it came out a little strangled as my eyes misted, making his face blurry.
“Don’t talk about me in past tense. I’m here and I’m not done with you.”
“You’re not?” I blinked away the stubborn tear, trying to smile.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you, Janie.”
I stared at the mix of pain and awe in his eyes, feeling the same terrible cocktail in every part of my body. Emir had been clear about one thing. He didn’t do casual relationships. I’d skipped over that part, only processing half of what he was saying, storing it for later. And now it was later, and those words were back, pouring out of his eyes, straight into my soul.
I couldn’t think of him casually. Whatever I wanted to call this,it was too late to walk away unscathed. I was attached, tethered, dependent, and oh-so-satisfied. Maybe I could call it a fling later when the dust had settled. That would fall into some sort of socially accepted framework that made sense to other people. But it didn’t make sense to me. I’d always known we were more than that. We could go our separate ways, but would we ever be done with each other?
Hormones shift and fade, I told myself. You’ll recover.
“I don’t want to think about the future,” I whispered. “Not yet.”
His eyes burned. “I don’t want to think about the future without you.”
My phone beeped on the nightstand, and I reached for it, relieved for the momentary distraction.
“It’s Gus,” I said. “He wants to know if I’m ready to do the drone shots tomorrow. Apparently, there’s bad weather coming next week so this is our only chance.”
