“Good. I’m on birth control and I need to feel you.”
With that, I sink down one inch, feeling him stretch me as I do. My head tips back, and his fingers dig in at my waist.
“Jesus Christ, Jules.” He pulls me down another inch, and this time it’s my turn to hiss. He’s big. Thick enough that I need a moment to adjust.
“Can you handle it, doll?” he murmurs, hands moving over my hips to grip my ass.
“Yes.”
“Good, take more then.” There’s a commanding bite to his voice that has my body singing for him as he pushes me down incrementally.
He groans at the sight before him, eyes fixed on where we’re finally joined. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply, rising to the challenge in his voice as I impale myself on his impressive length with a sharp cry. The sensation of being so full makes my entire body feel hot.
I sigh in relief, finally feeling as close to him as I’ve been craving. Like my mind and body have needed this.
Needed him.
“Goddamn, Jules. You are fucking spectacular, you know that?”
My heart turns to mush at the mere sound of his voice, raw and brimming with wonder. He’s pulling me apart in the best way possible. He makes me want to stay in scattered pieces at his feet if it means he keeps looking at me like he is right now.
I fall forward as he moves inside me. His grip finds my chin, and he kisses me roughly, laying claim to me with his body. Giving me exactly what I didn’t realize I needed.
We move together with a tenderness that takes my breath away, his body molding perfectly to mine. The world shrinks until there’s nothing but the heat between us, the steady pulse of connection that runs deeper than skin.
“Jules, you terrify me. Needing you like this… it terrifies me.”
My heart clenches. “I know it does,” I confess, voice thick. Because I do know. I’ve seen what he’s lived with. I know his story. I understand him, and I don’t begrudge him.
“I think…” His voice trails away, eyes fluttering in pleasure as my body goes tight around him. He peppers languid kisses across my chest before quietly confessing, “I want to face my fears for you. Will you let me try?”
I kiss his neck, realizing that, in a way, I’m facing my fears with him too. “Over and over again. Until we get it right.”
I swear his entire body sighs in relief. He melts into me farther than I thought possible. Like he finally feels safe—wanted.
“Thank you,” he whispers softly, pressing his lips to my temple, body moving gently against mine like waves lapping at the shoreline.
Wrapped up in him—in us—I close my eyes and let go. Every fear, every doubt melting away in the wake of how completely cherished I feel. When he whispers my name, it’s not just a sound; it’s a lifeline.
We give ourselves over to each other.
And in this quiet, delicate moment, with rain falling against the window, I know we’re both exactly where we’re supposed to be.
CHAPTER 34
Julia
FROM WHERE I’M standing in my small kitchen, hip propped against the counter, cup of piping hot coffee pressed between my palms, I watch Emmett.
Emmett. Here. In my space. Wearing only a pair of boxers.
I feel like I’m a visitor at a zoo, watching a rare and exotic animal. But it’s just me, in my condo, watching the WBRF’s most notorious playboy looking downright domestic.
The muscles in his shoulders bulge as he lifts a long, flat leaf from one of my favorite plants and inspects it with an expression of wonder on his face. “So many plants,” he murmurs, moving on to admire the one above it with long vines draping down over the shelf.
“Yes, some people have dogs or children. I have plants. I’m a weird plant lady. That plant you’re fondling? That’s Keanu Leaves.”
The grin he tosses me over his shoulder would melt my panties if I were wearing any beneath my soft, white jersey housecoat.
“Keanu Leaves? Well, who could blame me for fondling him then? Have you seen that guy? Aging like fine wine.”
I smile back at him like a total loon. The man fucked me silly. I feel like a little girl with a crush. If I were a cartoon character, they would draw me with literal hearts for eyes right now.
I clear my throat, trying not to scare him away with my stalker-staring vibes, then nudge my chin toward the counter. “There’s coffee here for you.”
“Thanks,” he replies as he goes back to admiring my plants, which is the perfect opportunity for me to admire his shoulder-to-waist ratio.
I sigh.
“Julia, if you keep eye-fucking me like that, I’m going to have to do the gentlemanly thing and lend you a hand.” He doesn’t even need to turn around. He just knows. I’m that transparent.
I scoff, feeling my cheeks go warm. “I bet you say that to all the other girls.”
He stills, and then he slowly pivots to face me. One brow is quirked but aside from that, his expression is deadly serious. “What other girls?”
I let loose another scoff. I must sound like I have some sort of affliction.
A nervous, awkward one.
“I was joking,” I tell him flippantly.
“I wasn’t.”
My throat works as I attempt to swallow the coffee in my mouth in lieu of spraying it all over my kitchen.
“We don’t need to talk about this.” My words come out rather choked, and I take a deep swig of my coffee to help—and just to give myself something to do. Because the way he’s looking at me right now is far too intense for my liking.
Emmett and his piercing stares are deadly at the best of times. But the intensity is borderline unbearable when it’s just the two of us standing face-to-face in my small condo. There’s no field or gravel driveway for me to escape to.
I’m just trapped. With him. And the elephant in the room. Romance Ranch.
“I think we do,” he replies pointedly, making his way toward me, prowling like he’s on the hunt. He takes a seat on the stool across the counter from me.
And then he just… looks.
“Are we having a staring competition?” I joke, trying to soften the tension that’s thickening the air between us. I’d rather just have more sex, not talk about the show and all the repercussions of this situation. As they say, ignorance is bliss!
But he doesn’t fall for it. He breezes right past it with a look of concentration on his face.
“No, I’m gauging what’s going on in your head so we can figure out how we’re going to do this.”
I blink. “What this?”
“Us, Jules. You and me. Catch up, would you?” He reaches for his coffee, but not before shooting me a lethal smirk that sends butterflies crashing into my ribs.
Did Emmett Brandt, playboy extraordinaire, just refer to what we’re doing here as an us?
I shake my head as though that will help me gather my thoughts. Because I am not the kind of girl who gets all frilly and excited over boys.
Alas, here I am.
“What’s going to be my reason I’m suddenly chaste? Something that Dick Wad will buy.”
“Chaste?”
“Yeah, they’ve been on my ass all season to be more physical with the daters. But I…” His hand scrubs against the stubble on his jaw as he stares off, considering his next words. He lets loose a dry chuckle. “It’s funny, actually. I came on this show under the pretense of meeting someone. I thought that was an impossible task. But I did.”