Page 34 of His Secret Virgin
Chapter 14
Emma
Not an ounce of liquid courage in me and I’d said more to Christopher than I’d ever planned to. With the moment of truth at hand, I held my breath, waiting to hear how he’d respond to my bold statement.
I felt his fingertips graze over the top of my hand, which rested near the cocktail that had sparked this conversation in the first place. “Am I the one who’s sparked those things, Emma?”
Like a volcanic eruption, heat filled me. My next words exploded out of my mouth on a raspy exhalation. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
He closed his hand over mine, and I could feel the intense heat coming off him. “I’ve got to admit the same thing to you, Emma.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes and raised my head to look at him. “Is that true?” It was too hard to believe that he might share my desire. “I’m young. Inexperienced. It’s a little…taboo, isn’t it?”
“I know you’re young and innocent.” Christopher bit his lower lip. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I first laid my eyes on you.” He moved his hand around mine until our fingers were entwined. “Can I ask how long you’ve felt this way about me?”
“The same,” I admitted. “Since I first saw you. But I honestly never imagined you’d be attracted to me as well.”
“I’ve never been so attracted to anyone, Emma.” He looked me right in the eyes and I thought I saw his sincerity, but I still couldn’t make myself believe his words.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t tell me anything that’s not true. You’ve been married, Christopher; you must’ve felt this kind of attraction before.” I didn’t want to think about his ex-wife, but I didn’t want him to lie to me either.
With a huff, he tugged my hand, pulling it off the small table and placing it on his upper thigh, hidden by the tablecloth. I could feel his thick cock underneath the fabric of his slacks. I held my breath as heat flushed through me.
“You do that to me, Emma. Only you. So many years have passed, and no one has stirred me the way you do. I’ve never felt like this for anyone, and I do meananyone. Not even her. I know you must know about my ex.”
With a nod, I tried to take sips of air as our eyes stayed locked. Feeling the length of his cock beneath my fingers, I was frozen, but I managed to say, “I do. She sounds like a real bitch. I don’t normally call anyone names, but she deserves it.”
“Yes, she does.” He moved my hand up further until I felt the entire hot length of his erection. His head dipped close to mine, his breath in my ear making me shiver. “So, can you believe me when I say no one has ever done this to me before?”
“I’m beginning to believe you, Christopher.” I nearly cried in disappointment as he moved our clasped hands back to the tabletop. I looked at my hand, the one that touched him in a way I’d never touched any man. “What does this mean?”
“Whatever you want it to mean,” he replied with a sexy grin. “You’re in control, Emma. I don’t want to rush you into anything. I’m assuming, your father being the way he is, that you haven’t dated, much less had sex.”
Embarrassed that he knew so much about my personal life, I looked down without saying a word. The waiter came back with two bowls of chowder that I didn’t even feel like eating anymore. “Here you go.” He didn’t even look at me as he placed the bowls in front of us. “I’ll be back shortly with your entrees.”
Taking a deep breath, I looked into Christopher’s gorgeous eyes. “Your assumptions are right. I’ve never dated, never been kissed, never had sex.” Christopher released my hand, and again, I wanted to protest. My hand lingered on the table before I picked up the spoon to eat my soup. “This smells good,” I muttered robotically. My mind was everywhere but on the food.
“To be honest, I can only smell you.” He winked at me. “And as long as I’m being honest, I can’t really think about anything else besides tasting you.”
My panties soaked at his words. “Tasting me?”
He nodded, his eyelids dropping a bit, seductively. “Yes, every last sweet inch of you.”
My heart stopped. “Oh.”
The slow grin that spread over his face made him look hot as sin. “Let’s get this dinner over with. I’ve rented the Governor’s Suite, and I’d like to show it to you after dinner. But only if you want me to.”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “I want to see it.” We both knew I wasn’t talking about the hotel room.
“Good.” He took his first drink from the cocktail. “I want to show it all to you.”
I’d heard of hot flashes but had never experienced one. How else could explain what suddenly happened to my body? I felt like I was on fire. Tugging the top of my dress, I fanned myself. “Is this normal?”
Shaking his head, he pulled the spoon up to his lips. “No, it’s not.”
“That’s a relief.” I picked up my glass and found my hand shaking. “Oh, hell.”
The way he smiled filled me with butterflies. “Oh hell, indeed.”
