Make Me Yours(39)

“Oh, hey.” I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous. “Henry Pak, this is Remington Key.”

I motion between them, but neither makes a move to shake hands.

Okay.

“Henry’s a pediatric surgeon in Charleston.”

Henry adopts a proprietary tone. “We dated a few times last year.”

“Just like… one or two times. Right?” I’m doing my best to salvage this. Thankfully, I’m saved by the DJ calling Remi’s name. It’s not a busy night at the Red Cat.

Glancing up, I see his jaw is clenched. The guys are staring each other down, and I consider waving a white napkin between them. Instead, I speak close to his ear.

“Remi, you’re up. Are you still singing ‘The Gambler’ for me?”

It breaks the staring match, and his eyes flicker to mine. “Yes.” He’s not smiling, but he kisses my cheek. “Be right back.”



The whole house is dark, and it’s after midnight when we get home.

“We should’ve asked Eleanor to take Lillie to preschool.” Remi whispers, leading me across the grand foyer to the stairs.

He’s been slightly distant ever since our encounter with Henry. Still, he brought the house down with “The Gambler.” Dagwood was right—everybody sang along, but Remi’s smooth voice sealed the deal.

We’re holding hands as he leads me past the second floor up to my suite. “You don’t have to walk me to my room.”

Butterflies are beating their wings like crazy in my stomach, and my throat is tight. I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. I really want him to.

He stops in front of my door and faces me. “It’s the closest I can get to taking you home, seeing as you live here.”

I can’t stand his formal manner after we had so much fun tonight.

Putting my hand on his chest, I clear my throat, choosing my words. “You know, I had a life before I met you.”

“Eleanor mentioned you dated some.” His expression is stony, and I don’t like knowing Eleanor is talking about me to him.

Still, I own my past. “I dated a lot. Henry was one of the many fish I threw back.”

“I don’t like thinking of you out there.”

“I’m here now.” My voice is quiet, soothing.

His is not. “Yes, you are.”

Reaching up, he cups my cheeks in his strong hands, and his mouth covers mine, pushing my lips apart and plunging in his tongue. It’s insistent, demanding. My back is pressed to the door, and he kisses me as if he’s claiming what’s his. It’s fucking hot as hell, and I feel the heat all the way to my panties.

A little whimper escapes my throat, and it’s like fuel to the fire. His hands go to my waist, ripping my silk blouse out of my skirt.

“Oh,” I gasp as his palms smooth over the bare skin of my sides, rising higher to the band of my bra.

His lips are on mine again, and I hold his cheeks, doing my best to keep up with his kisses. His mouth moves quickly, pulling my lips, nipping my jaw. He’s desperate, starving, but so am I. I want him so much. Lifting his head, he looks deep into my eyes.

I nod so slowly, but it’s all he needs. With a fast jerk, my shirt is open, revealing my black lace bra. The demi-cups only reach the tops of my areolas, and they rise and fall on every breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” He roughly cups my breasts with both hands, lifting them together.

I squirm against the heat zipping through my body. My back is against the door, and I’m burning up inside as he hooks his thumbs in the cups and jerks them down, exposing my tight nipples.

“Remi,” I whisper, but he doesn’t look up. He lowers his head to give one a firm suck. The other he pinches between his fingertips.

My knees nearly give out, and my panties are drenched. “Oh, god.” All my good intentions are flying out the window. “We can’t have sex out here.”

Once more his mouth finds mine, and I kiss him back with as much ferocity, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hand finds the doorknob behind me and turns it. We both stagger into my room, but he rotates me, putting my back against the wall again.

Stepping back, he looks at me, eyes dark and stormy. I’m standing with my shirt torn open, my breasts spilling over my bra, breathing like I’ve just run a marathon. His gaze is like a rough caress, sliding over my sizzling skin.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Reaching out, he cups my breast, sliding his thumb across my nipple. A soft noise hiccups from my throat, and his eyes flare with lust. “I want to taste you. I want you all over my face, coming and screaming my name.”

Oh, shit.

I can’t even answer before he drops to his knees and shoves my skirt up to my waist.

He murmurs a yes, when he sees I’m wearing thigh-high black pantyhose. Large hands grip my legs, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, opening me to him, and jerking my thong to the side of my bare pussy. “Beautiful.”

“Oh, god,” I gasp at the first pass of his warm tongue over my sensitive clit.

My knees melt when he does it again, then again, circling and sucking. Another noise trembles from my throat as heat surges low in my pelvis. God, it feels so good.

I reach down, fisting my hand in his thick hair as the pleasure tightens between my legs. His movements are quicker, his light stubble scuffing the charged skin of my inner thighs. My head drops back and my hips rotate in time with his movements. I’m going to come so hard…