Page 58 of Emi's Hero

“Scoot,” he said.

Emi glared. “If you’re just going to sit there fully clothed while I’m naked beneath the sheet...no.”

His eyebrows hiked. He didn’t respond to her words. Instead, he turned away.

Fine, he could leave. Emi didn’t need to know if she had anything left inside or if she’d enjoy sex ever again. She couldn’t blame him for rejecting her.

Who would want her after she’d been another man’s...

She couldn’t even name what she’d been. It made her feel disgusting all over.

Emi wished George would hurry up and leave so she could take another shower. Never mind that it would never wash away the dirty way she’d felt every time Fallon had taken her. Just thinking about it made her want to heave.

But George didn’t leave. He toed off his shoes, pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto a chair. Then, he shucked his jeans.

Emi’s breath caught in her throat.

He was one of those kind of men who went commando.

She’d never look at him the same. In the back of her mind, she’d see his naked butt beneath his jeans.

Her pulse raced, and her breathing grew erratic as she feasted her eyes on the muscles rippling across his back. She liked the way his body narrowed at his waist and then swelled into the firm, rounded muscles of his buttocks that begged to be touched.

Fallon had nothing on this man. He wasn’t fat, but his muscles weren’t nearly as defined or hard, and he had man boobs almost as big as Emi’s.

Gross.

Now completely naked, George turned to face her.

No man boobs on this guy. Every part of his body was solid muscle, honed and well-defined from his massive chest to the six-pack abs and further south to that other rock-hard appendage, standing at attention, twitching in anticipation.

“I didn’t think you found me at all attractive,” she said, her voice breathy. Emi couldn’t quite get enough air into her lungs.

“Oh, I’m attracted to you,” he said. “Very much so.”

“I can see that now.” Emi’s tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips.

“I just didn’t think you were ready to be...intimate...with a man,” he said, his words sliding over her, fanning the flames. “I’m still not convinced you are.”

Emi tore her gaze from his magnificent cock, the sight of which made breathing nearly impossible. She looked up into his face. “I want you, George. The last time I felt anything like desire was when I made out with my lab partner in college.”

He nodded toward the bed. “Scoot.”

She slid sideways on the bed, making room for the big marine, her heart thumping against her ribs.

George laid down beside her, and though their thighs touched briefly, he didn’t reach out to touch her with his hands.

“Emi,” George said her name and waited for her to meet his gaze. When she did, he continued, “You don’t have to offer sex to attract a man.”

She let go of the breath she’d been holding on a laugh. “Apparently, I can’t attract a man even when I offer sex.”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, his engorged cock, bumping against her hip. “I find you very attractive, with or without clothes.”

“Thank God,” she said. “Because I find my pulse racing, and I get all hot in the usual places when I’m around you. I wanted to touch you, but I was afraid of my reaction to you touching me.” She paused. “Until you touched me when we were kissing.”

“I’m sorry,” George started.

“I really hope you’re not sorry,” Emi said. “Because I liked it. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stand a man touching my body ever again.”

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