Chapter 10
10
M alcolm
“Have I already told you how insane your place is?” Emma asks, twirling around my living room. She’s wearing a white shirt and colorful skirt, and the sun catches each shade beautifully.
A warm glow flows through me as I watch her. She’s so vibrant. Gorgeous. I love how the late afternoon sunlight catches the nuanced shades of red in her hair. Like some beautiful color palette I want to see spread on my pillows forever.
Does she want forever… with me?
I clear my throat. I was conflicted when she was awkward about me paying for the trip yesterday. I appreciate her independent spirit, but a part of me I hate—the insecure kid who survived his father’s many marriages—worries I won’t be a part of her journey once she’s discovered. She’ll take off, rightfully so, because she’s talented.
What if she chooses not to keep me in her life? My gut clenches at the thought.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her expression sobering.
“Nothing,” I lie. “Just some work stuff.”
“Tell me.” She sits next to me.
How I wish I could. But I don’t want to sound needy. I have my pride, and my common sense reminds me this is too soon. I can’t trust her with every nuance of my personality yet—not if I want to keep her around. “It’s technical stuff.”
She kisses my cheek, outlining my jaw with her index finger. “You know you can unload on me anytime.”
A shiver rolls through me. My body immediately recognizes her touch and longs for more. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
A warm energy pulses between us as she holds my stare. Is she as overwhelmed by these strong emotions as I am? “Yeah. Hazel and Archer are back in two days.”
“That’s right.”
She catches my hand in both of hers and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll miss having you so close.”
I lean down and kiss her cheek. “You don’t have to. Just stay with me.” I repeat the same offer I made the day before. I live in a huge mansion, and she’ll be in a small apartment somewhere. She refused, and I know I should accept her decision, but common sense takes a back seat.
She kisses my hand before releasing it. “I can’t.”
I caress her cheek, and she leans into my touch, eyes half-closed. “Why not? I’ll be a good roommate.” I coax, lowering her onto the sofa. Her eyes meet mine, and I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
Her eyes darken to a forest green, and she licks her lips, watching me as I drape myself over her. “You’ll be the roommate who walks around naked.”
I nip her chin, relishing her shudder. “Hopefully, so will you.”
“Sounds wonderful, but… I already gave Laura my word. I don’t want to back out,” she says shakily. Is it because she’s changing her mind or because she’s aroused?
I could push a bit further and say I’ll pay whatever amount is needed to get her out of this deal with Laura. But I’m already too turned on to start an argument. “Okay. Have it your way,” I whisper, my voice thick with lust.
Emma mewls as I kiss her neck, her skin warm, her body soft. I hike up her skirt and slide down her underwear, tossing them aside. She wraps her legs around my torso, and I fumble to push my pants down enough to free my cock.
She moans when I rub it against her sex, and I growl in response.
“I must admit, you make excellent points in selling yourself as a roommate,” she whispers when I thrust inside her, hard and deep.
“Fucking round the clock,” I say, undulating my hips, looking for that perfect angle that will get us off faster.
She clenches her inner walls around my cock. “Yes. Oh, yes. Malcolm. You’re so fucking hot,” she says, her voice breathy.
If she wants me to last, she better stop. I retreat before slamming back into her. Harder. Rougher. “Like this, don’t you?”
“Yes. Again.”
I nip her neck, so many emotions swelling in my chest. My balls throb, and precum leaks from my cock. I need release, but I also want to enjoy every second of being inside her. I lower my hand and roll my thumb over her clit.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, Malcolm, I?—”
I smash my lips to hers in a hot and passionate kiss, swiping my tongue over hers, showing her who’s boss. When I disengage my mouth, I’m shaking. “Tell me, baby. Tell me everything.”
“I’m falling for you,” she says. “Fuck, I’m falling for you so hard.”
Her words are like a shot of triple espresso in my bloodstream. My heart beats out of control, and dots swim in my vision. My sight may be blurred, but what she said is… everything. Honest. Raw.
She’s falling for me.
New energy travels through me, much more powerful than before. I need to feel her, to show her… I squeeze her clit. The buildup is about to kill me, but I want her to come first. Always.
“Yes. Yes,” I growl, hooking her leg over my shoulder.
The shift in position does the job, and she calls my name as she comes, her body quivering, sweat sheening her cheeks, a lovely shade of pink spreading over her face and neck.
I slip out midway, thrust inside her all the way, and come apart. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me like a wild ocean current. My body jerks as I spill my hot cum inside her pussy, coming like I never have before. I feel alive, branded, born anew.
Emma is mine, and I’m hers. It’s that simple.