Rush

I want her to remember me. I want to be a constant in her memory to even things out because I know I won’t get through another day of my life without thinking about her.

Resting my head on the pillow, I gaze into her eyes. “I’m in as long as you do something for me.”

“You don’t have to negotiate that.” She bats her hand over my bicep. “I was going to suck you right after the photo shoot. Maybe in the shower?”

My dick hardens.

We both gaze down.

“I see you like that idea.” She laughs, leveling her phone so the camera is centered on my face.

“I fucking love that idea, but I want that and more.”

I want it all. I want her.

I tuck my forearm over my face and peek at her as she snaps a photo.

“I want to see all of you, Rush.”

“Sing to me.” I inch my arm down.

The faint sound of the shutter of the phone’s camera fills the air.

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.

***

Reaching around 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 50

Emma

I gaze down at 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.

I came here after Bella sent me a text this morning asking what I had lined up for lunch. Since Case had to go to work, I messaged her back, agreeing to meet at her grandma’s restaurant.

Case arranged for Drake’s driver to bring me here even though I insisted that I was enjoying learning the intricacies of the subway.

Our plan is to meet at his office later.

“It looks like he’s shirtless in that.” Bella wiggles her fingers at me. “Is he in a bed? Give me your phone. I want to see.”

Shaking my head, I glance toward where her grandma is standing. “Let’s talk about something else, this feels…”

“Marti knows about sex.” She laughs. “How do you think she ended up with so many kids?”

Chuckling, I scoop the phone back into my palm and hold the screen toward her so she can see the last image of Case that I took.

Leaning forward, her gaze darts from the screen to my face. “He’s gorgeous, Emma. Do you see how he’s looking at you?”