Chapter Nine

 

 

He swallowed, then forced his hands to stay exactly where they were. J.T. tried to get the thought of Emma straddling him out of his mind. He would not make an ass out of himself, no matter what he had to do.

He just wouldn’t.

J.T. put his hands on her waist and tried to lift her. To get her away from his pants before he embarrassed himself.

The woman didn’t cooperate.

She clenched her thighs on either side of his, and twisted her fingers in his sweater.

“Em… you really want to move right now.”

She stared at him for a moment, her green eyes so serious he almost stopped breathing. “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah… you do.” He couldn’t wipe the sweat off his palms, not without her seeing. Did she understand what she was doing to him?

She wasn’t that naïve. But there was no way she was doing it on purpose, was she? “Emma…”

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like me sitting here like this? You’re a guy, a straight guy, right?”

“Yeah.” That was a good way to describe him. A straight guy with the woman of his dreams sitting literally in his lap.

It was a wonder he wasn’t all over her panting already.

“So how come we’ve never found ourselves like this before?” Her hand toyed with the edge of his neckline, her fingers tracing over his skin beneath the collar.

He wanted her hands someplace else. Definitely.

“What about the guy you like? The one who…”

“Who apparently doesn’t know I’m interested?”

“Yeah, that one?” Lucky stupid bastard.

She smiled, a full Emma-sexy-as-hell grin. “Weil… I’m thinking he may actually start to get the picture soon.”

“Um… Like this?”

She stared at him for a moment.

His heart stopped when she leaned in and nipped his lower lip. “No. Like this.”