“You never have to, and right now I think it’s time to recreate that first night at the beach house.” They headed to the bedroom, and she kept the blinds open on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Their room had an unobstructed view of the lake and was high enough that no one would get a look inside. “And as beautiful as you were then, you’re more beautiful now.”

“You’re good for my ego, mobster, but you’re getting lucky no matter what.” Emma straddled her lap when she sat on the bed and combed her hair back as she pressed their bodies together. “I need you to touch me. I need it more than ever.”

“Fuck,” she said, unable to help herself. Emma took her hand and put it between her legs.

“I need you to put your fingers in and fuck me,” Emma said, moving back but not too far. “Remind me of who I am to you, and prove to me you’re mine.”

She closed her eyes for a second at how wet Emma was. If she’d ever needed proof of how much Emma wanted her, here it was, and she couldn’t hold out any longer. She moved her hand so it was palm up and positioned her fingers. It was the only invitation Emma needed. They both moaned when Emma came down on them and squeezed her shoulders as if to keep herself in place.

“That’s so good.” Emma moved her hips slowly, put her hands to the back of Cain’s head, and pulled her hair hard enough to get her attention.

Cain moaned when Emma’s tongue entered her mouth, and her clit was hard enough to make her lose concentration, but Emma released her lips and moaned, sounding out of breath. If Emma kept up this pace, she’d come sooner than either of them wanted, and Emma seemed to read her mind when she slowed. The self-control Emma was still capable of made her think it would be one of those nights that would last for hours. Emma was in no mood to be rushed or deprived.

“I need to feel you over me,” Emma said before she bit down on her neck. “Give me what I want.”

She lay back without moving her hand and rolled them over. Emma’s nails raked up her back, and her thrusts were harder and deeper in this position. There was nothing better in life than the little grunts Emma made when she was this turned on. She sped her hand when she felt Emma open up to her.

“Oh…” Emma ran her hands down to Cain’s ass and opened her legs farther apart. “Like that, baby, like that.”

She lifted herself a little to give Emma what she wanted. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Emma’s moans filled the room until Emma finally screamed. “I’m coming, oh my God, I’m coming.”