She looks past the phone to lock eyes with me. “You want me to sing to you?”
With the back of my hand grazing my lips, I smile. “Do it.”
She does. She starts a song about love and affection. Her voice is carrying the tune in a way it hasn’t before.
Or maybe I wasn’t listening to the lyrics the last time I heard her sing.
It’s beautiful. It reaches deep inside of me, and when she takes the last picture, I’m staring at her in awe.
The song winds down with a pound of her fist into the bed’s sheet as she almost hits a high note.
I’m on her then. My hands glide over her skin, my lips are on her mouth, and as I hold her next to me, I breathe in the sweet scent of her.
I don’t deserve this moment in time, but I’ll take it.
I’ll savor it, and I’ll remember it forever.
Reachingaround to cup her tit in my hand, I drive my dick into her.
Her cheek pushes into the tiles of the shower stall. “Fuck me.”
She first whispered the words when I yanked her up from her knees as I was on the brink of blowing my load down her throat.
I wanted inside her, so as desperate as I was, I marched through the bathroom and into the main suite of my bedroom to grab a condom. Water dripped from me with every step.
With shaking hands, I sheathed myself on the way back, and without a word, I pushed her against the wall of the shower as hot water beat over us.
I took her hard, and unashamedly, not caring if she was ready.
She was.
I slid in easily, and when I found my rough rhythm, she met it with thrusts of her own, each punctuated with a moan.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I hiss out the words.
Her head falls against my shoulder, so I cup a hand around the front of her neck and draw her closer. I’m desperate to feel my mouth on hers.
A fierce kiss on her lips sends her hips back. “Harder, Case.”
I sink my fingers into the flesh of her waist as I pump harder and faster until she comes with a powerful shudder, her hands reaching back to claw at my skin.
My release is one thrust behind as I rest my head against hers and groan her name.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Emma
I gaze downat the pictures I took of Case this morning. I see joy in his eyes.
I don’t know if it’s because of the sex. I hope part of it is just because of me.
“Who the hell is that?”
I look up to find Bella standing over me. I drop my phone into my lap. “No one.”
“No one?” She takes the empty seat across from me. “That’s him, isn’t it? That’s your brother’s best friend?”
I glance around the interior of Calvetti’s. It’s just after noon.
