Chapter Eight

 

 

Emma’s stomach clenched. “And what makes you qualified to decide that?”

His hands were hot on her back through her sweater. She wanted those hands under her sweater. She might still be a virgin, but that didn’t mean she was completely innocent. She knew what a man’s hands felt like, and she wanted that again. She wanted him. Why didn’t he get that?

“The fact that I’m your friend and I care about you. And the fact that your dad would want me to. Act in his stead, and everything.”

Had he really… She saw the small grin on his face. He knew what he’d said would get a rise out of her, didn’t he?

Well, she would see what she had to do to get a real rise out of him. She shifted, moved more fully on his lap. She rocked forward slightly. His breath caught.

Emma didn’t miss what had happened behind the fly of his trousers, and that knowledge was what gave her the courage to do what she was about to.

“Em… I think you better get up.”

She licked her bottom lip. “But why?”