Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1169

James wasn’t hearing a word she said. His eyes were lit with a desperate, fiery need—a mix of the looming goodbye and the raw pull he felt for her. He caught her restless hands and pinned them above her head. “I’m not going to die.” His voice was rough, thick with longing. “If you don’t want me tearing my stitches, be good and stay still.” Then he kissed her again, not caring about her worries, swallowing every protest she tried to make.

“Mmm… wait…” Emmy couldn’t push him away, but she didn’t dare use real force either. She was scared she’d hurt him, scared that her struggling would tug at his bandages. Stuck in the middle, she ended up letting him have his way. Maybe it was because he was trying to be careful, or maybe because neither of them wanted to say goodbye. This time, James wasn’t as wild as before. He was urgent, but there was a new tenderness in the way he touched her.

Emmy’s fingers twisted the bedsheet, her knuckles turning white. She didn’t dare hold on to his back, so she just let herself drift, completely under his control.

By the time morning came, Emmy felt like she’d just been pulled out of water, her skin glowing pink. But instead of the usual soreness, she felt strangely exhilarated, like she’d let go of everything holding her down. James lay beside her, one arm wrapped tight around her waist, his hand still tracing lazy circles over her skin, like he couldn’t get enough.

It took Emmy a while to catch her breath. She finally grabbed his wandering hand, turned to look at him, and frowned at the bandages wrapped around his torso. “James, do you even care about your own life? After I leave, you have to rest and actually heal. No more acting like this. Promise me, okay?”

James chuckled, his chest vibrating against her, making her heart skip. He rested his chin on top of her damp hair, his voice low and dangerously soft. “The only time I want to be reckless is when I’m with you. Emmy…” He paused, a crooked grin in his voice. “Honestly, I wish we could just stay in bed forever.”

Emmy’s cheeks burned at how blunt he was. She poked his good shoulder, half laughing, half scolding. “You might not care about your life, but I care about mine!”

James just looked at her, his eyes warm and full of affection. After a moment, he checked his watch. “Are you feeling better now?”

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