“On the mirror. Now.”

And with only a slight hesitation, she slowly complied. My hand tightened and released its hold on her neck.

“I’m gonna watch you come, Emilia. I want to hear your pretty little sighs, your desperate moans. I want to hear you scream my name. My name. Because you are mine.”

My hand slipped under the waistband of her tutu and directly into her underwear. I pulled her mouth to mine and I kissed her as my hand found her sensitive, swollen clit. My fingers glided across her, and she was wet and ready. I could barely restrain myself from pushing her to the floor right there.

She moaned into my mouth, her hands curling around the edge of the mirror. But she never pulled them away again. “Open your eyes,” I said, my voice hoarse with want. She looked at me. “Watch yourself. In the mirror. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

For a long moment she didn’t move, resting her head on my shoulder, looking up at me. So I grabbed her chin again and angled her head. Her eyes found mine in the mirror and I deepened the pressure of my hand on her.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Say my name, Emilia. Who do you want?”

“You…” she breathed, her lids falling again. “Adam.”

“That’s right,” I said, my voice tight. My other hand went to her waist to hold her against me as her knees buckled. “You. Are. Mine.”

She let out another long moan that struck me to the deepest center. It was painful. A pleasurable, painful ache in my cock. But I knew that once we got going it was going to be so good. So worth it.

Her back arched and she was showing all the signs that she was very near to climax. The hoarse breathing, those delicious little sighs and pants. She was watching us in the mirror and her amber eyes locked on mine.

“Adam,” she moaned and I closed my eyes, savoring the sound of my name on her lips, drenched with her own lust. I slipped my hand over her hot flesh, coaxing music from her like a musician from his instrument.

“I want you, Adam. I want you inside me.”

I buried my face in her hair, nipped at her ear. “Very soon. But now, I think, it’s time for you to come, Emilia.”

And just like that, as if she’d been waiting for my permission, she stiffened against me and I felt the convulsions of her orgasm against my hand. She gasped, her eyes rolling into her head as she closed them. I tightened my hold on her waist to keep her from falling, but I didn’t give her long to enjoy the afterglow. Instead I bent, scooped her up and carried her into the next room to the bed.

“That night in Yosemite I fucked you four times. I think tonight I’ll go for five,” I muttered.

She nestled against me, one hand hooked around my neck. She started kissing my chest and I didn’t want to put her down. There were questions rolling around in my mind. I was still wondering why she wanted to keep her clothes on. But my body just wanted to turn it off, enjoy the pleasure of this night together without thinking. I could get on board with that.

Words, conversations, entire monologues and declarations had been left unspoken between us. And I knew that this one night in each other’s arms wouldn’t solve our problems. But maybe at this point what we needed was to communicate in another way—in the basest, most primal way.

Or maybe we were both just badly overdue for a damn good fuck.

I could barely contain myself when her hot mouth found my nipple and she sucked on it. Then, without warning, her teeth sank in. I gasped at the sharp pain, pulling her away. She had a wicked smile on her face. “I thought we were using teeth now.”

I tossed her on the bed. “We are doing whatever I want us to do. Take off your skirt.”

As before, she did exactly what I told her to do, staring up at me, her eyes wide. I watched her slide her skirt and lacy blue underwear off. My hands clenched at my sides. She was breathing hard, her skin flushed. After a long moment where we only looked at each other, she put her hands above her head, her wrists together, as if tied that way, and then opened her legs, tilting her head back and baring her neck.

Oh God, if I wasn’t careful, I was going to shoot my wad before I ever got inside her. Watching her like this, submissive, open to me. I didn’t get off on the bondage thing. I’d had a sexual partner once who’d wanted that from me and we found we weren’t very compatible.

But seeing Emilia like this, after all that had gone on with us the previous month—it brought out all the ferocious aggression and the fierce protectiveness I now felt toward her. I unbuttoned the kilt and let it fall to the floor and stripped off my underwear.