Page 38 of His Secret Virgin
The door opened and in came Emma. She was holding the plastic covered suits so high in the air that she didn’t see me until she’d placed everything in the closet. When she turned, she found me standing in front of the door I’d closed. “Hello, Emma.”
Her jaw dropped, and she shook her head. “No, Christopher.”
“I’m not going to touch you.” I crossed my arms over my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch her. I wanted to pull her into my arms more than anything, but I didn’t want her to feel threatened at all. “I just want to talk.”
“About what?” She looked over her shoulder as if looking for an escape route.
I knew she’d never been in my home, other than that front room. “I’m not going to hurt you, Emma. There’s no need to run from me.”
Looking back at me, she nodded. “I know you won’t. It’s just that—well, to be honest, I don’t trust myself around you when we’re alone.”
I liked hearing that. “Because you want me.”
She nodded again. “Yes. But I don’t like the idea of hiding things.”
“Me neither.” I held out my hand but didn’t take a step toward her. “Can you come with me so we can just sit and talk a little?”
With a heavy sigh, she agreed. “Okay.”
When I took her hand, I felt it all over again—the flush of electricity that moved through me. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve seen you nearly every day,” she said as a smile moved over her pretty face.
Pulling her hand to my mouth, I kissed it. “You know what I mean, baby.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered, as if someone could overhear her, other than me.
I took a seat on a chair in the living room off the foyer and pulled her to sit on my lap. Stroking her soft hair, I breathed in her scent. “We can figure something out. I know we can.”
She placed her hands on my cheeks as she looked at me, desperation filling her face. “My parents will never approve.”
“I know.” I took one of her hands then pulled it to my lips, kissing it softly again, loving the way goosebumps pimpled her flesh. I ran my other hand over her arm to feel them. “Keeping things to ourselves might seem like the wrong thing to do, but it’s the easiest right now. That way I won’t have to fight with your parents, and you won’t have to fight with my daughters. They can be just as bad as their mother when they want to be.”
Her green eyes danced as she looked at me. “So how would we do it then?”
The fact that she even asked the question had me thinking she didn’t have much of an argument to make. I’d been toying with an idea, and I let her in on it. “We could get a little place. No one would need to know about it. On weekends, you could make some excuse, like you’re going to see a friend back in Rhode Island or something. I can make up excuses for things I’m going off to do too. No one has to know that we’re meeting at our love nest.”
“A love nest?” she asked with shining eyes. “That sounds kind of romantic.”
“I think it sounds very romantic.” I traced my fingers down her long neck then over her soft lips. “I want you, Emma. I want as much of you as I can have. If that means only on weekends, then I’ll take it.”
“It’d be like we’re together for real,” she said then ran her hands through my hair. “I’d like that.”
Kissing her softly, I resisted the temptation to let it go further, even though I really wanted to carry her up to my bedroom. When our mouths parted, I could barely breathe. “I’ll get something as soon as I possibly can. If I get something by this weekend, will you come?”
She looked surprised. “Do you really think you can get something so soon? It’s already Thursday, you know?”
“Money speeds things up, baby.” I kissed her again because I couldn’t help it. Her body melted into mine, and her heart pounded against my chest.
I ran my hand up her body, cupping her tit as I slipped the other between her legs, relishing the heat that came off her aroused pussy. I would get to have it very soon. A virgin. This woman who’d never been touched by any other man would belong to me. But no one could ever know.
Even as my arousal grew, my brain asked me what I was doing. A relationship between Emma and I would never be accepted by either of our families. Not ever.
Would spending the weekends together as lovers be enough? Was it a smart thing to do, or was it just courting disaster? The last thing I wanted was for us to end up hurting each other. Or would it all work out somehow?
Squirming on my lap, Emma pulled her skirt up and took my hand, moving it into her damp panties. My fingers ran through her hot folds as our kiss took a passionate turn.
Shy little Emma seemed to be disappearing as sexy, needy Emma came out to play. My cock went hard for her, but I wasn’t about to take the girl’s virginity like this. I wanted it to be special for her. She was giving up so much for me as it was. I didn’t want that moment to be any less special for her than it was for any other girl.
