Page 24 of Inevitable
“How did it go?” Emma asked anxiously after the kidnapper had reattached me to the support beam and left our prison the next morning.
I’d spent the last two hours in the kidnappers’ camp going through the motions of negotiating Nick’s release.
I’d thrown out some ridiculous and outrageous terms deliberately because I knew they weren’t going to immediately agree.
They were going to come back with what their bosses would agree to in the morning.
That worked for me.
We would be long gone, and those assholes would be in custody.
“It was fine. I threw out a whole lot of bullshit.”
I was used to that. I did it nearly every day as a contractor and intel gatherer for the US government.
“They didn’t hurt you?” she asked nervously as she ran her hands over my face to make sure I was okay.
Fuck!I was developing a love/hate relationship with her being this close to me.
I hadn’t slept worth a damn.
Emma had drifted off to sleep.
Me?
I’d held her while my dick reminded me that it was still fully functional, even if I was a lot older than I had been when Emma and I had first met.
I shouldn’t, but I still wanted Emma just as much as I had back then.
She still smelled the same.
She still felt like the only woman who could make me completely lose my head.
Personally, I happened to like her curvier body, and so did my cock.
She’d gotten a little restless in her sleep, and I’d instinctively put a hand on her ass to calm her just like I’d done in Virginia Beach.
Okay, I’d eventually moved my hand away, but my dick had gotten even harder than it had been before I’d made that mistake.
My attraction to Emma wasn’tsimplymuscle memory.
Hell, I still wanted her even though I knew it was wrong.
The more I got to know her personally, the stronger that attraction was growing.
Everyone in my life treated me with a healthy amount of respect most of the time.
Emma had never feared me.
She wasn’t wary of me.
She wasn’t afraid to give me hell when she thought I deserved it.
That had intrigued me back then, and it fascinated me now.
I was a big, stoic, gruff, and humorless kind of guy who never talked about anything emotional.
None of those traits had ever seemed to bother her.
