Chapter Ten
Royce
"Do you know how to cook?" Emelia asks, peering at me around her menu. "Because I have this sneaking suspicion that you eat out every night because you're a disaster in the kitchen."
"I can cook." I sip my beer, staring at her. "But I fucking love to eat. Matter of fact, I tasted the most delicious thing I've ever had in my mouth last night. Can't wait to do it again."
She groans, dropping the menu to the table, her cheeks pink. "You're shameless, you know that?"
"Oh, I know." I reach for her hand, bringing it to my lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles. "But I've tasted you now, babe. Don't think I won't be doing it again at every available opportunity."
Her eyes heat and darken, making my cock throb. I swear, all she has to do is look at me, and I'm ready to go. But I'm trying to be good and show her that this thing between us isn't all about fucking. That's just the cherry on top of what we're building here.
She makes it damn near impossible to keep my hands to myself when she licks her lips, making another of those adorable, needy sounds.
Ah, fuck it.
"What are you doing?" she asks, craning her head back to look up at me when I haul myself to my feet, stalking around the table toward her.
"Coming to kiss you."
"Why?"
"You look like you need to be kissed, Emelia.
" I stop in front of her, leaning down until she's crowded against the back of the banquette, her eyes already locked on my lips.
She doesn't stop me when I cup her jaw, angling her head just so.
She just makes another of those little sounds that shoot straight to my cock.
I swoop, my mouth crashing down on hers. I just kissed her ten minutes ago, but I'm already starving for another taste. With her, I'm always starving, always greedy. I can't get enough of her or that perfect fucking mouth.
"Goddamn, baby," I growl against her lips. "You coming home with me tonight?"
"Maybe."
I bite her bottom lip. "Want to try that again?"
"Try what again?" she teases, her voice breathless.
"Are you coming home with me tonight, Emelia? Or do I have to make you come right here at this table until you're wrung out and more agreeable?"
"I'll come home with you," she whispers.
"Good girl," I groan, kissing her again.
I'm not sure why I'm surprised when a bright flash goes off in our faces, but I am. I pull back, blinking my eyes open. They land on a brunette seated a few tables away, her phone pointed right at us.
Her eyes meet mine before she quickly shoves the phone into her pocket like she's trying to hide the fact that she was just all in my fucking business instead of minding her own.
"Shit," I growl, my heart thumping unevenly.
Emelia is going to freak the fuck out if that photo leaks.
Whatever ground I've gained with her will be back to zero because she isn't the kind of woman who wants to be splashed all over the press on my arm.
Actually, I think that's the last damn thing she wants. "Emelia, I…"
"It's fine, Royce," she says softly.
I glance down at her, frowning. She's not pissed. She doesn't even look worried. She's just…chill, smiling at me like I'm amusing her.
What the fuck?
"What the fuck?"
She laughs, the softest little giggle. "You look like you're about to crap your pants."
"You aren't freaking out," I growl. "Why aren't you freaking out?"
"Why are you?" she asks instead of answering.
"Because I'm trying to get you to fall in love with me, and I'm pretty fucking sure having the media hounding you won't help my case any at all.
In fact, I think that might be the quickest way to get me kicked out of your life," I say, shoving a hand through my hair.
"I'll go demand that she delete the photo. "
"Royce, stop." She reaches out, placing her hand on my arm when I turn. "It's fine."
I narrow my eyes at her, not sure if she's messing with me or not.
"Want to know why it's fine?"
"Why?" I growl.
"Because you don't need to convince me to fall for you." Her eyes meet mine, her expression soft. "You can't do that when I'm already there."
Jesus.
Fuck.
This is what heaven feels like, isn't it?
It is. I know damn well that it is.
I pluck her out of her seat so fast that even I'm impressed.
"Royce!" she cries, clinging to my shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"We're leaving," I growl. "Now. Right now."
"I can walk."
"This is faster." We're already halfway through the restaurant. Everyone is looking at us. I don't care. Apparently, she doesn't either, because she's got her face buried in my throat, her body shaking with laughter.
She stops laughing when I practically toss her into the backseat of my truck in the parking deck before climbing in behind her. The door slams shut, blocking out the sounds of the city. Within seconds, the overhead light cycles off, plunging us into darkness.
I grab her, hauling her onto my lap. My fingers dig into her hips as I arrange her on my lap, her legs spread around me, her dress hiked up around her hips.
She's already panting when I tug her panties to the side and then free my cock to slide it through her folds. I play with her, using my dick to thrum against her clit until she's squirming on my lap and gasping my name, so fucking wet she's dripping down my balls.
I lift her just enough to slide inside.
"Say it now," I growl, fighting not to lose my mind at the feel of her wrapped around me, squeezing my cock just right. "Tell me you love me now, Emelia."
"I love you," she gasps, her hips already rolling into mine.
There are no better words in the world. There aren't.
I lift her up and down my cock with my hands on her hips, bucking into her hard and fast. I'm desperate, my mouth all over her as she moans and rocks with me, taking me all the way to the hilt before sliding off to start all over again.
Within seconds, she's quivering on the edge, pleading for me to let her go over.
I press my thumb to her clit, my mouth to her ear. "I love you," I breathe. "Now come all over me."
She shatters with a sharp cry, her cunt locking down on me just right. I growl, slamming her down again and again until the cord snaps. I come hard, my teeth in her shoulder as I spill into her.
She takes it all, her arms around me like she isn't ever letting go.
When it's over, I just hold her against my chest, breathing her in, happy in a way I've never been. She's mine. Her heart is mine.
"Say it again," I whisper.
She tips her head back, meeting my gaze in the inky darkness. "I love you, Royce."
"Fuck." I press my forehead to hers, shuddering. "We need to book a flight."
"Book a flight?"
"Yeah, pretty baby. We need to go see your dad."