CHAPTER 32

The last time I kissed Emily Carlton in her bed was eighteen months ago. We were different people then. I"m reminded how different as her eyes flash up at me. "What the hell?" Emily demands. She"s naked and beautiful and, apparently, pissed. I roll off her and onto my back. I can still taste her, and the way she fell apart under my hands and mouth left me nowhere near satisfied, but I force out the words I need to say. "Tonight was about you. Giving you what I wanted to give you then." "You"re overthinking this." She shifts over me, and I bite back the groan at the feel of her. "Stop thinking. Just be here with me. I know you want to." She"s killing me—with her voice and her intentions and the way she responds. My cock is swollen and leaking at the thought of making her mine. But the second I make her mine, I"m he