“Your cousin. The redhead. Are you upset about her hitting on me?”
“Oh, did she?”
He grinned. “Come on, Em, I know you overheard what she said.”
She didn’t respond.
“Tell me what you’re feeling. Tell me it all. I want the good, the bad and the dirty when it comes to you.” His eyes leveled hers. “Are. You. Upset?”
Emily licked her lips. “You really want to know?”
He cocked a brow at her. If his stare could travel beneath her skin because of its mere intensity, it would have. He wished it could have.
She blew out a shaky breath and that was when everything poured out. “Ok, fine,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m fucking livid, Nicolas. Are you happy? Does hearing that I’m so pissed off about my cousin trying to get with you do something for you?”
His heart thumped hard at hearing her curse. God, it was so fucking sexy. Who knew his angel had a dirty mouth?
“It does,” Nicolas admitted, the words being enough to make her eyes widen a fraction.
Her head shook from side to side in disbelief. “God, you’re annoying.”
“But not in the way you think,” he clarified quickly. “I like when you’re honest with me, Em. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you. I won’t ask you to change anything about yourself like others have done. Or to be someone I want you to be. All I ask for is your honesty. So, yes, it does something…meanssomething.”
Her brows pinched together.
He swiftly pulled her to the couch and into his lap in two clumsy movements. She yelped and braced her hands on his shoulders for support. His eyes were smoldering, making her breath hitch. “She’s nothing compared to you.”
Her face still held a frown. It faded when he brought her hand up to his lips and started peppering kisses to her knuckles.
“You have every right to be upset after what she did because I belong to you.” She gasped when he slipped her index finger inside his mouth. “But are you going to spend the night sulking over this, or are you going to do something to alleviate this anger of yours?”
The invitation hung in the air.
“By that you mean…”
“Ride me.”
He saw her mouth part in surprise. He fought the image of him filling it again.
“W-What?”
Nicolas leaned back, making her legs dangle on both sides of him on the couch.
He saw it: her face and the tips of her ears slowly turning red. Her head bent in shyness.
My sweet Emily.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…” Nicolas started giving the speech of the gentleman he really didn’t want to be.
But she didn’t deserve anything less.
Emily saved him the torture. “I want to.”
His palms rested on her exposed thighs, squeezing lightly. He’d suggested she not wear a dress because of the cold, but now he was glad she hadn’t listened.
“Then take what’s yours, baby.”
Her eyes heated with desire.
