Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 176

Clang.

The showerhead slipped from James’s hand and hit the floor with a loud crash.

A blast of freezing water sprayed over both of them, soaking them in an instant.

Just as he felt his grip on self-control starting to crack, Emmy pulled away from his mouth, her breathing shaky. “Let’s go to bed,” she whispered.

James’s eyes went dark.

Water had drenched her barely-there silk nightgown. For comfort, she hadn’t worn anything underneath.

The thin fabric clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

James swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his voice low and rough. “You’re the one coming to me.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His lips crashed down on hers again, hungry and wild.

With one hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair. With the other, he twisted the faucet off, then gave a sharp tug, tearing the soaked nightgown right off her.

Their kiss only grew more intense.

The world spun as James swept her up, carrying her out of the bathroom and straight into the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

Steam from the shower drifted after them, swirling through the air. His clean, masculine scent surrounded her, taking over every sense she had.

Emmy’s heart pounded, so loud she was sure he could hear it.

She braced herself, expecting him to lose control.

But James didn’t.

He hovered over her, his eyes locked on hers, chest rising and falling, muscles taut as he fought to stay in control.

Sweat slid from his jaw, landing hot on her collarbone.

He was still holding back.

It was Emmy, lost in the heat of his body, who gave in first.

When he finally leaned down, her nails dug into his broad back, leaving deep, red marks on his skin.

The rest of the night was a blur—wild, breathless, and completely consuming.

She thought she heard him laugh quietly, his voice softer.

“I made some pumpkin soup. It’s already afternoon, you know. Want to get up and have some?”

It’s already afternoon? She could hardly believe it.

She pushed the covers back and tried to sit up, but—

“Ow—”

Every muscle screamed, the ache deep and sharp.

James reached out quickly, steadying her and slipping a soft pillow behind her back.

“You were sleeping so deeply, I didn’t want to wake you,” he said quietly.

Emmy glared at him, her cheeks still bright red, but her eyes drifted to his neck and the bare skin of his arm—

There were red marks and scratches everywhere, proof of last night.

She curled her fingers into her palm, suddenly shy about the evidence she’d left behind.