I left the couch to clean up.
Embry sprawled out on the massive cushions, his skin as manhandled and reddened as I’d promised. He lookedruinedand my spent dick took more interest than I had immediate energy for.
I lay down beside him. It wasn’t cold, but the urge to cover him and keep him warm was too strong to ignore. I snagged a blanket and tossed it over us both to stop him bitching.
Rolled his eyes anyway, but that was okay. Irritated Embry was one of my favourites.
Fucked-out Embry was top two.
I rolled onto my side and brushed his damp hair out of his face.
He smiled a little and returned the favour.
I had to know. “Did I hurt you?”
“By fucking me? Nah. Any pain was the good kind, and I needed it. I’ve never let anyone fuck me like that, but I wanted it the moment I saw you.”
“That quick, eh? You didn’t want to get to know me first? Bask in my glorious fucking wit?”
“Didn’t need to. I knew it was all there—”
Embry broke off to yawn. I thought he might conk out on me, but as I met his gaze, he was more alert than he seemed. “Where’s your head at?”
He didn’t just mean me and him. He meant everything, and I had no clue where to start. “Tell me about Lili first?”
“That’s what you call her?”
“Sometimes.”
Embry shifted to face me. Out of habit, I checked him for signs of pain.
There were none. He was calmer than I’d seen him in a long time.
You haven’t seen him in four weeks. A lot can change.
This hadn’t, though. The way we could lie inches apart, not touching, but I still felt him in every fucking sense. “Can I kiss you?”
Embry’s brow ticked up. “You just fucked my brains out.”
“I know. It’s just...”
He waited, but I didn’t really know what I was saying. What I was thinking. Just that I was stalling. Embry wanted to talk about the real world, and Liliana aside, I didn’t want to go back there just yet.
“You can kiss me.”
Embry’s low murmur wrapped around me like late evening sunlight. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, tasting everything we’d done to get to this point, the lingering heat rippling through me, hardening my dick.
I ignored it, though. For now. Kissing him, skating a hand down his bare shoulder, his ribs, coming to rest on his hip. I could fuck him a thousand times in a thousand different ways. This would still mean just as much.
“Mateo.”
He was saying my name a lot tonight. This time, murmured against my mouth, before he pulled back with a soft laugh. “I think you’re trying to distract me from making you talk.”
“You’re the one supposed to be talking. I asked you about Liliana.”
Embry shrugged. “She’s fine, apart from missing you and grieving for Raul. He was good to her, right?”
Envy and guilt squeezed my heart. “He loved Juana, so he loved Liliana too. Did shit for her that I couldn’t. Made me want to murder him half the time, but we were on the same side.”
