Page 20 of Marry Me…Maybe?
At least of controlling himself around her.
They walked out of the door and down the driveway to where she’d parked her cherry-red Fiat 500. He guessed she’d come in her car this time, because she couldn’t get her leg over her motorbike in that tight skirt.
Down boy.
‘So,’ Emily said finally, shooting him a grin once they were far enough away from the house not to be overheard. ‘How did I do?’
‘Fine. I think she likes you.’
She gave a startled laugh. ‘You think?’
He shrugged nonchalantly, not willing to concede how amazing Emily had been. It would only make her more cocky, and he didn’t think he could deal with any more of her lip right now. Not when he was feeling so damn edgy already.
‘No thanks to you, I might add,’ she said, narrowing her eyes. ‘She never would have guessed you even find me attractive if we hadn’t told her.’
Frowning, Theo looked straight ahead, determined not to let Emily get to him. ‘I’m not a demonstrative person. She would have been suspicious if I’d been all over you.’
‘Hmm…’
She picked up his hand and ran a fingertip across his palm, causing prickles of pure pleasure to bump along his nerve-endings. ‘It wouldn’t kill you to touch me once in a while, though.’ She looked up at him through her lashes. ‘Did I mention that I like a man who’s good with his hands?’
‘You don’t give up, do you?’
She grinned. ‘What can I say? I’m a very tactile person. I need to be touched. It energises me.’
‘Yeah, you’re a real live wire.’
‘Don’t I get a reward for winning your mother over so convincingly?’
His pulse picked up at the teasing suggestion in her voice. ‘You think you deserve a reward after torturing me all afternoon like that?’
She gave him a wide, lazy grin. ‘Call it a punishment if you want. Whatever floats your boat.’
Her eyes held a challenge he was struggling to refuse.
He shouldn’t do it.
He mustn’t let her get to him.
She kept looking at him with that taunting expression of hers, as if she knew exactly what he wanted to do to her but didn’t believe he had the balls to go through with it.
Adrenaline surged through his veins, making his heart race and his breathing quicken.
He lost it.
Grabbing her hand, he led her into a small copse of trees next to where her car was parked and swung her round so that her back was pressed against the trunk of a large oak tree. Pinning her wrists against the rough bark, he held her there, staring into those wide, mesmerising eyes of hers.
For a moment he froze, wondering what the hell he was doing, but then she whispered, “Do it,” moving forward, as if to try andkiss him, and his animal instincts took over again.
He was the one in charge here.
He pulled back, spinning her round so she now faced the tree, then stood behind her and made her press her hands flat against the trunk.
‘Don’t move,’ he instructed into her ear, and felt her shiver with anticipation as he slid his hands down the length of her arms.
Reaching forward, he found the front of her blouse and pulled it roughly open, tearing the delicate material away from the buttons that held it together. Her bra was made from a smooth silky material and had an underwire in it. He pulled it roughly up and over her breasts, exposing them to his roaming hands.
Emily dragged in a ragged breath as he swept his palms over her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch, before cupping her breasts and lifting the heavy weight of them up and against her body.
