I shut the shower off.
Embry stared, water dripping down his face. He slid a hand down my abs and gripped my cock, his palm calloused and strong.
I groaned again.
Yes.
Fuck, yes.
I didn’t know how much I needed his touch until I had it. Until he wrapped his other hand around my throat and worked my dick as if he loved me as much as I loved him.
Impossible, butfuck.Lots of things had nearly killed me, but this was top ten.
Top five.
It was everything. Pleasure coiled in my belly. My eyes fell closed. There were so many things I wanted to do to him, but his double-edged grip on me distorted my world until there was nothing but the starved charge in my blood.
I felt like I could come at any moment.
Like I could blow my load a thousand times and it would never be enough.
Not now. Not ever.
I felt Embry’s gaze dance all over me and settle on my face. I opened my eyes. He was right there, beautiful tension saturating the air around us.
“It’s not my bed,” he whispered.
I took a shaky breath, digesting the words. It wasn’t his bed. He’d never slept in it. Never laid his head on the pillow and fought to feel safe. It—
Fuck.
I scrambled for stability, blocking out his hands still at my throat and pumping my cock. “We can stay here. It doesn’t matter.”
“Fuck that.” He let go of my dick and gripped my wrist. “Come with me.”
I’d follow him to the moon, but a wariness crept over me as he led me from the shower cubicle and into the dark bedroom, not a sliver of sunlight breaching the heavy, blackout curtains.
The bed was smack bang in the middle of the room and perfectly white.
Embry walked backwards to it and sat on the edge, tugging me between his legs.
My dick was level with his face, but there was no fucking way I was letting him do shit to me until I knew for sure that he was okay.
I gestured for him to scoot back.
One inky brow raised, he complied.
I lay next to him as if my heart wasn’t thundering a rave beat in my chest, my ears, and every damn pulse point. “Give me your eyes.”
Embry rolled onto his side. Our gazes cinched like magnets. “Are you checking on me?”
“A little.”
“Don’t. If there’s a problem, you’ll know.”
“Cos you’ll lamp me in the face?”
“Maybe.” Embry leaned closer and threw a leg over my hip, drawing me in. “Can you just trust me? I don’t want to think on it too hard.”
