Chapter 90: Emerald???
Then she turned to face him. "How about I remind you," she said, her voice dropping to a purr, "why you picked me... why you made me yours."
Rick’s hands found Alia’s waist as she stepped into him, her lips brushing over his in featherlight temptation. Her fingers slid up his chest, curling at his collar before she leaned in. "Tell me you missed me," she whispered.
"I did," he said in a barely audible voice.
Her lips met his again, hungrier this time. Their mouths moved in sync, and before he could think, she was backing him toward the bed, her kiss deepening with every step.
His fingers tangled in her hair as her body pressed flush against his, heat building in waves between them.
They reached the bed, and he barely had a second to breathe before she pushed him down onto it. Alia climbed over him, straddling his lap as her knees sank into the cushions on either side of him.
Her heart was thudding so loudly in her chest, she could barely hear anything else. This was happening. She was doing this. And gods help her, she wanted it.
She leaned in and caught his lips in a kiss that was more hunger than grace, more instinct than thought.
Rick took charge of the kiss, his tongue wrestling with hers, but she didn’t care. It only added to the heat rolling through her.
Her mouth trailed from his lips to his jaw, down to the strong curve of his neck. She nipped at the sensitive skin there, then soothed the sting with her tongue.
His breath hitched, his grip tightening like he was barely holding back.
"You’ve always looked good in black," she murmured, undoing his shirt, one button at a time. "But you look even better out of it."