Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,88

and bites her lip.

I get up from behind the desk and walk to Emma. Her eyes dart around the room but settle on me when we are toe-to-toe.

She’s beautiful. I can let her go. I can tell her now that she doesn’t have to marry me.

“To welcome us back.” I lie and take her face in my hands.

I’m taking in the gold flecks that swirl in her emerald eyes, her thick lashes, and down to the spray of freckles across her nose. I let my thumbs run back and forth over her creamy skin.

Her red lips part, showing a flash of white teeth. She’s fucking perfect.

I have to let her go.

I press a kiss to her lips. It’s meant to be a goodbye kiss, so for the first time with Emma; I don’t hold back. I kiss the woman I’ve fallen in love with. The knowledge has me breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes. I hadn’t seen it, but now that I’m losing her, I do. I love everything about her.

She reaches up and recaptures my lips, and I can’t resist. She’s light as I lift her up, and her legs instantly wrap around my waist. She feels perfect in my hands as I carry her to the desk and sit her on the edge. Her hands move fast, trailing across my chest before she rubs the bulge in my jeans. I groan into the kiss, and I know I should stop this and tell her.

I do break the kiss, but only to quickly peel out of my clothes. She does the same, and each layer of fabric that falls to the ground has my cock growing harder and harder.

I step back up to her naked, and she leans back, spreading her legs. I want to fuck her hard. I want to fill her tight pussy with my cum. Pulling her body into me with my cock at her entrance, I place a soft kiss on her lips. One which I mean. The gentleness she returns, and I slowly let the tip of my cock enter her. She gasps with each inch, and once I fill her, I pull out slowly and look my girl in the eyes.

I can’t tell her how I feel, but from the widening of her eyes, I think she feels it, deep down in her soul. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she doesn’t look away from me as I push into her body again before pulling out. Her lips part, and her breaths grow heavy and fast. All I can hear is both of us breathing heavily as I allow myself to be free with Emma.

“Shay,” She calls out my name, and it sounds so fucking perfect.

I can’t hold back and pump faster. Her breasts bounce from the force, and her heavy breathing turns to squeals that make me go faster, burying myself as deep as I can inside this beauty.

Her eyes widen before they close, and she throws her head back and let her juices pour all over my cock.

“Emma,” I call out her name as I pour my seed inside her.

She clings to me as I empty myself, and when I give the final drive into her body, I hold her while pressing kisses to her temple.

She’s trying to catch her breath. “I missed you.” Her words have my gut tightening.

I give her another kiss and press a few more kisses to her temple. “I missed you, too.”

I don’t let her see me as I drag her to my chest. I should tell her now. I should come clean about what Liam said.

I don’t.

***

Most brides don’t see the groom on the night before the wedding, but this is different. I’ve contemplated letting her see her family, but I’m afraid that they will tell her that she doesn’t have to marry me. It’s fucking selfish, but I want Emma. I’ve decided that I’m not giving her up. She’s mine.

We stay in separate rooms, keeping some tradition alive.

It’s the morning of the wedding, and I’m nervous. I’ve ordered James, one of our security guards, to stay with her every second until she’s at the venue. I’ve also told them to keep an eye out for her brother. I don’t want him to get to her before she walks up that aisle. I want Emma.

I’m dressed and ready to go when a knock on my bedroom door has me pausing. “It’s me.” My da’s voice makes me nervous. I didn’t expect him to