Page 122 of Engulfing Emma

I smile and bite my lip.

He leans over the table as much as he can without his shirt dipping into his peppercorn sauce. “I like that you’re thinking about us getting naked later. You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about that.”

I shrug. “I don’t know, maybe I do.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really? Now just how often do you think about it? All the time? Or only at night when you’re alone in bed?” He looks around to make sure no waiter is standing behind him. “Do you lie in bed and touch yourself when you think of me?”

“I, uh …” I feel my cheeks flush.

“The thought of you touching yourself is getting me hard. Shit, I have to get the check. You didn’t want dessert, did you?”

I shake my head and think about the kind of dessert I really want. Heat courses through me and I reach out and wrap my hand around my glass of ice water. His eyes follow the movement of my hand and he smiles.

He motions for the check and then stares me down. “How many orgasms do you want tonight, Emma?”

I take a drink of wine, contemplating his question.

“Give me a number,” he asks.

“Two, I guess.”

He looks disappointed with my answer. “I think we can do better than that.”

“Okay, three.”

“At the very least,” he says. He grabs my hand and runs his finger across my thumb. “How do you want them?”

“How do I …” I can’t believe we’re having this conversation in the middle of a restaurant. “I don’t know, the normal way, I guess.”

“Thenormalway? Maybe that’s good for the first one, but we need to think outside the box, Emma. What are your fantasies?”

The waiter puts the check in front of Brett and looks at me with a smirk on his face. I think he must have heard Brett talking.

I’m too worked up to even protest the fact that he’s paying the bill.

The whole way home, he teases me. He whispers dirty words in my ear. He tells me what he wants to do with me. To me. By the time we get to his townhouse, I’m putty in his hands. I tingle with anticipation. I can feel the wetness between my legs.

When he leads me inside and up the stairs, I realize Bonnie and Leo have gone to bed. I’m grateful I don’t have to walk past them, looking like a sappy, love-sick girl.

The door to his bedroom barely closes when I jump him. He catches me, and we both laugh as I kiss him.

“I could get used to this girlfriend thing,” he says, walking us to the bed.

He puts me down, and I go right for his belt, unbuckling it before I almost rip the button off his pants.

“What did they put in your steak?” he asks. “Because I need to bottle and sell it.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t stand there and tell me you aren’t totally turned on after that dinner.”

He chuckles, removing his shirt before pulling my sundress over my head. He grabs my breasts. “Sweetheart, there hasn’t been a single time I’ve been with you that I haven’t been turned on.”

I drop his pants to the floor. “Think about what you just said.”

“What?” he asks innocently. “So I was turned on by you even in the storage room. I told you, when you know, you know.”

“You’re crazy,” I say, lowering his boxer briefs.

“Crazy about you.”

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