Page 36 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef
Dylan
Iclimbinto bed and stretch an arm around Emily, pulling her warm sleeping form closer to me. My forearm brushes a spot on her pillow. It’s damp. She’s been crying.Shit.
I want her to know it’ll be okay. That life will get better. That I’ll make it right. Being separated from her sister was heartbreaking enough. To lose her this way, with all the unknowns forever circling her mind, it’s unbearable for her. I’d be out of my mind by now, and so would a lot of people, if it were to happen tothem.
Emily carries her pain with grace most of the time. At the moment, though, she’s hanging by athread.
She stirs for a moment. Her eyes open. She glances at me. Then, she looks away. They’re red-rimmed and swollen from so many tears, yet more start toform.
“The things you’ve been through, it’s not okay,” I whisper to her. “But it willbe.”
I glide the back of my fingers over the sides of her eyes, brushing her tears away, and as soon as they do, she melts into me. More and more tears are shed, and her body jerks from the sobbing. It kills me that I can’t take away her pain. At least I can’t right now, but that’s going tochange.
“You can’t know that for sure,” she says softly once her crying eases. “That it’ll beokay.”
I pass her the untouched box of tissues from my side of the bed. The one on her side of the bed is all used up. “Nothing’s for certain except for the effort and resources I’ll put into getting you the closure youdeserve.”
“But it happened so long ago. I don’t even know what she looks likenow.”
“There’s software and other resources forthat.”
Some long momentspass.
“It just feels so hopeless,” shesighs.
I kiss her face on one cheek, then the other. “You and I are in this together. While we’re both breathing, there’ll always behope.”
She meets my eyes and takes a long inhale. “Thankyou.”
“Forwhat?”
“For being you. I’m so lucky to have you in my corner, Dylan. I don’t ever want to take you for granted.” She snuggles closer and presses her lip against mine. “I love you somuch.”
I don’t move for a beat. It’s the first time those words have been said between us. Hell, it’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to say them. They’ve been lurking at the tip of my tongue for weeks, but I’ve heldback.
A blast of heat moves through me, set off by those words, sparking a slew of emotion through me. Possessiveness. Need. Love. Lust. They all fold in on each other, filling mychest.
“I love you,” I tell her, and am shocked at the raw emotion in myvoice.
“Take me,” she begs. “Fuck me. Make love to me... help me forget. Just fortonight.”
My blood runs hotter at her request, and as she drags her panties down her body and pulls her t-shirt off, baring herself for me, I’m hard as fuck. I want her evenmore.
With our clothes on the floor, I lift her on top of me and pierce her folds, sinking into her in one sharp jerk. My arms wrap around her back. Our bodies merge. She kisses me as our hips move and my cock hits her G-spot with each thrust, expertly sending her to her peak. Her kiss is soft, my movements sharp yet fluid, and when we come together, it’s likemagic.
When my thoughts return from their haziness, I know what I have todo.
My mind’s made up. I don’t care if it lands me in jail, in prison, or with a criminal record. I’m going to find out what happened to her sister. It’s the least I can do for the woman Ilove.
