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13. Emma 🌶️

When we arrive, Ares gets out of the car, rounding the front to open my door for me. I bolt for my room. I need to put some distance between us, to sort out my thoughts.

"Emma," Ares calls after me, his voice echoing through the house.

"I need to change," I shout over my shoulder, not slowing down.

I lock the door behind me, leaning against it as I catch my breath. My heart is racing, and my skin feels flushed. I can't stop thinking about Ares's touch, the way his eyes burned into mine.

I undress, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. The water is cool and refreshing, and I take my time washing my hair and scrubbing my body.

I dry off and slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I run a comb through my hair, braiding it back, and take a few deep breaths. I need to get a grip. I can't let Ares get to me like this.

I unlock the door and open it. Ares is standing there, his hand raised as if he were about to knock.

"Hey," he says, his voice soft.

"Hi," I respond, my voice barely above a whisper.

He takes a step closer, his gaze intense. I can't tear my eyes away. "Listen, I don't want things to be weird between us," he begins, his voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to find my voice.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he continues, his hand brushing against mine. "I shouldn't have pushed you. I just can't control myself around you. It's fucked up, I know. I sound like some kind of predator. But I swear, I'm not typically like this."

I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "I, um," I manage to get out.

"You're a beautiful, smart woman. I know you can take care of yourself. But now that I'm, I don't know, your uncle, it's not right for me to have these feelings. I just can't stop thinking about that night. The way you moaned under my touch. The way you begged for more. The way you came on my fingers, clenching around me, your body trembling."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and a familiar ache settles in my core. His voice is low and husky, and his words are full of desire.

"I can't stop thinking about it, either," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't."

"Tell me you don't want it. That you truly do not want me, and I'll step back. I'll stop with all this flirting and touching and teasing."

"I..." I swallow hard, my pulse racing. I don't want to say it. It's not true. But if I admit that, there's no going back.

"Say it, Emma," he commands, his voice low and husky.

I hesitate, the words caught in my throat.

He steps closer to me, cupping my face in his large hand. "Please."

The plea, the way he looks at me, his eyes burning with desire, his voice laced with need. My resolve crumbles.

"I can't," I whisper, the words hanging in the air between us. "I can't say I don't want you, because that would be a lie."

He closes the distance between us, his lips claiming mine in a heated kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I can't help but moan. His hands roam over my body, caressing and exploring.

We stumble toward the bed, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. His hand slips under my shirt, a growl escaping him when he finds my bare breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I arch into his touch, my body aching for more.

His kisses trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to taste you, to feel you come apart on my tongue."