Page 42 of Decoding Emma
“Okay.”
I was proud of the family room.It had an L-shaped sectional along with cup holders and several side tables.I watched Emma pull a coaster from the holder and place it on the side table before setting her coffee cup down.I did the same.
We sat at opposite ends of the sectional, but that was okay.
“I hope I didn’t act inappropriately last night.”I didn’t think I had but wanted to be sure.
“You didn’t.Do you drink like that often?”
I shook my head.“No.I’m usually pretty good at cutting myself off.”
“That makes sense.You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who loses control often.”
Silence filled the air.Emma picked up her coffee cup and toyed with it.Was she nervous because she’d let herself into my home?She had no reason to be.
Without saying anything, I walked over to her, took the mug from her hands, placed it on the table, and knelt down in front of her.She didn’t look away, didn’t even blink.
“Emma.”I placed my hands on the inside of her knees.A little pressure and they parted.“I want to kiss you again.”
She swallowed as her eyes widened, and her lips parted.
“Would you like me to kiss you?”
She nodded.
“Words, Emma.I need your words.”
“Please kiss me, Asher.”
I pushed between her legs and leaned forward.I brushed my lips over hers.Soft and easy.She parted her lips with a sigh.
That was my clue, and I captured her lips with just enough intensity to show her I wanted her.Her tongue darted out and touched mine then retreated.
Oh, my playful Emma.
I eased my tongue into her mouth and tasted the rich flavor of coffee and Emma.I didn’t know what else to call it.She scooted forward on the sofa, and I lifted my hands up and placed them on her shoulders.Mainly to hold her in place.I didn’t want to move too fast.
Our kiss continued, tongues tasting, dueling, and playing.I pulled back first and gazed down at her serene face.
“More, please,” she whispered.
“Let’s get more comfortable.”I shifted and then rose to my feet.Taking Emma’s hand, I pulled her up, then I reclined on the other end of the sofa and patted my chest.“Will you be comfortable if you straddle me?”
I could see her pondering the question.I wanted us to both be comfortable, but I also didn’t want to loom over her.She needed time to get used to me and what I wanted.This way she could have some control.
“I can do that.”Her voice was soft.
I placed one foot on the floor, and she knelt, bracketing my thighs, one of her arms braced against the back of the sofa, the other against the arm.She lowered herself, and I almost groaned when her breasts brushed against my chest.
Damn, we were both dressed, and I was losing it.How had Emma tied me up in knots so quickly?
I didn’t know the answer to my question.Since she’d walked into Fantasies, Inc.I wanted her.Hell, when I saw her at the party that night, I wanted her, but I was pulled away, and she disappeared.Was that it?Had I built her up in my mind because I couldn’t find her?
No, that didn’t make sense.I shook myself mentally back to the task at hand.I lifted my hand and placed it behind her neck, urging her down.“I won’t break.”
“I know, but…” She bit her lip.
“But what?”Was she thinking she was too heavy for me?“Emma, I can handle you sitting on me.”
