Finally His by Emma Hillman Page A

on…”
    “Are you?”
    “No. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I… Fine.
I’ll be honest. I’m not sure I can do this. I know what my feelings for you
are. Like I said, I knew a long time ago. I want you in my life, Lucy, and I
don’t think I could see you with another man. You’ve always been mine.”
    She nodded because he was right. She’d always been his, from
the day he’d turned up at their supper table all those years ago, when he was
just a lanky teenager and she was a shy, blushing girl, unable to look him in
the eyes. “So, where does that leave us?”
    He took a deep breath. “I’ll do my best. I can’t guarantee I
won’t screw up, that I won’t make you cry. I’ll tell your brother that too.
But… I’ll try.”
    He meant it. She could see it in his eyes, on his
face. He really meant it. Joy blossomed inside her and she flung herself at
him.
    He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, burying
his face into her hair as if he never wanted to let her go. “I love you,” he
whispered, almost as if he was daring himself to say it again.
    “I love you too,” she said as she looked up and leaned on
her toes. That kiss was infinitesimally more.
    More love, more heat, more passion. When he began nibbling
on her neck and asked, his voice low, “Why don’t we go to your bedroom to
celebrate? I think it’s high time you pay your brother back and have very loud
sex in there.”
    She giggled and took his hand, but he stopped her. “What is
it?” She turned back to him.
    “Just no faking, right?”
    Her laugh burst forth. She was still laughing when they
reached the second floor, chuckles soon turning into heavy moans as Nick slid
his hands under her clothes.
    * * * * *
    Lucy was watching him slide into her, inch by slow inch, her
breath caught somewhere in her throat, when a knock rang on the wall behind her
head. Her brother’s voice could be very loud when he was upset. Giggling once
more, she grabbed her lover’s shoulders and brought him down so he lay heavy on
top of her. “I think he really doesn’t like it when you moan.”
    “Probably just as much as when you do it.”
    “In that case…” She stretched, rubbing her breasts against
his chest. “Make me moan some more.”
    “Your wish is my command.” Nick winked and lowered his head.

About the Author
     
    Emma Hillman never plans her stories. She just lets the
characters have fun and hopes the ending will make sense. It usually does.
    Besides being a multi-published author of erotic romances,
she works full-time and lives in Paris with a (nice) husband, a (cute) little
girl, and two sweet but (very) loud pets. She also reads far too much, as the
postman (and her banker) could attest, but shhhh.
    For more information on her current and future releases, you
can visit her blog at http://emmahillmanbooks.blogspot.com or chat with her on Twitter (@droptheglasses). She’d love to hear from you!
     
     
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