“The fuck does that mean?”
Another flat laugh ripped from his mouth. He was so beautiful, but fucking-A, I kind of wanted to punch him. Did he really think this was going to work? That he was going to rile me up so much I’d rage fuck him?
Cielito, it doesn’t have to be this way.
I was still clutching his hands. I let them go and pushed him down on the couch, throwing myself on top of him before he could react. My heavier build pinned him down. I pressed a forearm to his throat, testing him, and whispered close to his ear. “You’re the one who isn’t listening. You don’t need to provoke me. Just tell me how to fuck you.”
“You won’t do it.”
“I will.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise, Em. Just tell me what you want. What youneed.”
Embry raised his pelvis from the couch enough to hook his legs around me, binding us together as if he was afraid I would run. I wouldn’t. Not from this. For however long we had, I was right here with him.
“Tell me,” I whispered. “Please?”
“I want you—” Embry punctuated the words with a biting kiss. “—to fuck me how you first thought you would. Before everything else got in the way. Fuck me how you imagined it when your dick got hard in the shower.”
In any other moment, I might’ve questioned how he knew I wanked in the shower with him on my mind, but the images popping into my head were too sharp. Too intense. I was seeing this shit in HD, and it pulled me apart at the seams. “The first time I thought about it, I slammed you against a wall and fucked you in the garage.”
“And?”
“We’re not in the garage, but I still want to put you on your knees and bang you.” It spilled out of me, uncensored and unrestrained. “I want to hold your hands behind your back and screw every bad memory out of you. I want to be rough and leave marks on your skin.”
Embry swallowed hard. “And?”
“And...” I planted a palm either side of his head. “I want to do it now.”
Something broke. In him or in me, I couldn’t tell. Just that I blinked once and we were different people by the end of it.
We came together with a savagery that stung my lips and raked my skin. We wrestled and I won because he wanted me to. BecauseIwanted to.
I yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw him down, baring my upper body too. In the dim light of the room, the scars on Embry’s belly stood out, but I had my own scars, and the fury that plagued me so often was overwhelmed by a frantic need.
His jeans were already undone and shoved down. I ripped them away. His socks too. All of it. Gone. I needed him naked.
I needed tobenaked.
Clothes tossed aside, I took his cock in my mouth again, but I wasn’t gentle this time. I was rough, giving him what he’d asked for, and it felt fucking amazing. No guilt, no shame. Just his staggered breaths and harsh groans.
“Mateo.”
It was different to any other time my name had breached his lips tonight.
A demand, a plea.
A fucking prayer.
I dragged my tongue up his dick, my fingers digging into his hips, leaving the marks I craved.
Then I pulled off and yanked him down the sofa.
I didn’t kiss him. He took it from me, and the violence of it soothed my frayed edges. I tasted blood. I tastedhim, and my cock throbbed, static whistling in my ears.Fucking—I need to fuck him.
There were all kinds of things I was supposed to do before that happened. Things we’d neglected last time, but I’d thought about a lot since.Take care of him. It was the only thought that eclipsed the pulsating desire scrambling my cognitive function.
