“You are an exceptional creature, Evie Carter. You should never settle for anything but the best,” I say, stroking my cock a little faster.
“And you’re the best?”
“For you? Yes.” I’m her only fucking option. If she thinks she can find better than me, she’ll learn real quick how I’ll prove my point.
I can see the moment she’s about to come. I step forward and rip the shower handle from her grip before she can fall over that edge of ecstasy. Then I drop to my knees in front of her, running my tongue up her slit.
“Nobody makes you come but me,” I growl as I feast on her cunt.
Evie’s hands land on the top of my head, and her moans echo off the tiled walls. I fucking love it. When she’s come down from her high, I kiss my way up her body. My hand wraps around her throat and I hold her gaze.
“You are mine,” I tell her before slamming my lips onto hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Evie jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I want more.”
I reach between our bodies and line up the tip ofmy cock with her entrance. “I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“I just want your cock, Emmanuel. Fuck me,” she groans.
My lips tip up. “Anytime, anyplace.”
My hips thrust in and out while her back is pressed against the tiles. My hand cups her head just as she’s about to throw it backwards, breaking the impact of her skull against the wall.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grit out. Better than I remembered, better than anything I’ve ever fucking felt. I thrust in harder, faster. I want her pussy to feel my cock long after we’ve finished. I want her to know that I’m the one who makes her feel this good. “Come for me, mi alma. Soak my cock in your juices.”
“Oh god, fuck, E!” Evie yells out, her pussy squeezing my cock so fucking good.
I pull out of her at the last minute, my own release spilling all over the wall behind her. “Fuck me, you are something else,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” Evie huffs out, her lungs working overtime.
“You’re thanking me for fucking you?” I laugh.
“No, I’m thanking you for pulling out,” she says.
I blink. I don’t know why I’m bothered by the fact that she doesn’t want me to come inside her. Ipulled out on instinct, not because I don’t want to come inside her. But I wouldn’t do it unless I knew she really wanted it. Now that I know she doesn’t, it will become my mission to make her want to be filled with my seed.
“You’re not on birth control?” I ask.
“I am,” she says.
“So it doesn’t matter if I come inside you next time.”
“Birth control isn’t always enough. Don’t come inside me, Emmanuel,” she says, unwrapping herself from me. She bends and picks up the showerhead, placing it back on the holder.
“Finish up. I’ve got breakfast.” I decide not to push the subject right now. Leaning forward, I press my lips against the center of her forehead. “Whatever it was that made you cry, I will find out and I will kill it.”
“You can’t kill memories, Emmanuel,” she whispers.
“Watch me.” There is nothing I won’t do to kill whatever the fuck is haunting her.
Chapter Seventeen
When I walk out to Rachel’s living room, I find Emmanuel and Paz deep in conversation, both speaking Spanish. Clearly they don’t want me to know what they’re talking about. It’s a good thing I have no interest in knowing what they’re discussing. Otherwise, I’d tell them just how rude they were.
The minute Emmanuel sees me, the conversationstops. He steps forward with a paper cup in hand, holding it out to me. “Coffee, and there’s food on the counter.”
“Thank you.” I take the cup. “You do know this isn’t my house, right? You two can’t just waltz in and make yourselves at home.” I gesture from Emmanuel to Paz, who just gives me a blank look in return.
