Page 25 of Beautiful Harmony

Her directness made him grin like it always did. “You’re notthatmuch better than me.”

“Yes, I am,” she said. “Because I practice and play daily and work hard to improve. I’m good at knitting and crocheting because I worked at it and didn’t give up the first time something didn’t turn out how I hoped.”

“All right,” he said with another grin. “I get it. I’m being a quitter.”

“You’re trying to be,” she said. “But I’m not going to let you. So, let’s try again.”

“My ass is completely numb,” he said. “Can we move to the couch?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Actually, I want to try something, and we’ll need the couch for it.”

“I can’t sleep with my knitting instructor, Emma. It goes against my moral code.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re soooo funny. Come on.”

He followed her into the living room, watching her grab a small padded footstool before sitting on the couch. She spread her legs and set the footstool in front of her. “Sit down on the stool.”

He didn’t ask why, just plopped his numb ass down on the stool, breathing in Emma’s unique scent and reminding himself that stroking Emma’s legs through her yoga pants would be incredibly inappropriate.

His heart stopped in his chest when Emma leaned forward and her magnificent breasts pressed against his upper back. Her warm breath washed against his cheek as she put her arms around him.

He closed his eyes, his cock a hard length of stone and his heart only now clanging back into motion in his chest. Holy fuck, she smelled so good, and her hair felt silky soft against his neck. If she wanted to, she could slide her hand down his body. Could unbutton his jeans and push her hand into his briefs to find out just how fucking hard he was for her.

“Lucas?” Emma poked him in the shoulder.

“What?”

“What do you mean, what? I’ve told you twice now to pick up your needles.”

“Sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse again.

He picked up the knitting needles, swallowing hard when Emma’s hands covered his. “I’m going to help you knit, all right? I’m not sure if this will work, but it might help you get the proper feel for the tension if I’m knitting with you.”

“Okay,” he croaked out.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” he said as she shifted, and her tits, her beautiful perfect tits that he dreamed nightly about, pressed more firmly against him. Holy fuck, she was trying to kill him.

“I need you to concentrate,” she said with another light poke to his shoulder.

With forcible effort, he dragged his mind out of the gutter and stared at Emma’s hands clasped loosely over his. “Right, concentrate.”

* * *

Emma watched Lucas knit,letting her hands rest lightly against his upper arms as she peered over his shoulder. She should sit back, should stop touching him, and shouldn’t remain so close.

But she couldn’t resist.

Not when she spent most of her interactions with Lucas being cautious not to stand too close or to touch him. The idea that he might know she was attracted to him was mortifying, so she made every effort to ensure he knew this was a friend only thing. But he was concentrating hard on his knitting and not noticing her touching him.

Doesn’t matter. He flirts with you because he flirts with every woman. You’re not special, Emma. It’s a pity flirt.

She pushed those thoughts out of her head, not because they weren’t true, but because they echoed in her head daily. She didn’t need to hear them all the damn time.

Besides, she was only sitting this close because Lucas was on a roll, and if she moved, it would disturb him.

Uh-huh. It’s not at all because you like having him between your legs, huh?

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