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“No, thank you,” I answer automatically.
“Yes, yes we do,” Emma challenges, and I glance at her. “We need to walk outside.”
“So?”
“People might see what we bought.”
“And…”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“The thought of us fucking is embarrassing?” She all but melts as the attendant giggles at the exchange.
“I’ll meet you outside,” Emma snarls, storming off in the direction of the doors. I drop a note to pay for my purchase and follow after her. That pert ass I have watched and lusted after for months looks completely fuckable infuriated, bouncing merrily on long legs. I can’t wait to explore what’s beneath those leggings.
Upon arriving back at my car, Emma is swaying from foot to foot beside the passenger door. I walk around to her, and she turns to face me and lays her back against the metal.
“You are an absolute pain in the ass,” she murmurs. I place a hand either side of her and lean down to drop a kiss onto her lips. “So fucking embarrassing.”
“Sorry. I’ll make it up to you later, and I’ll make you one promise,” I whisper. “Tomorrow, you’ll feel me every time you take a step.”
Chapter twenty-one
Damon, Emma, and Annie's Home, London
Emma
The scene that played out at the supermarket took me by surprise. I’ve never been involved with a man so dominant or self-confident that he’ll openly talk about sex and want to discuss what I like. I’ve never been given options. Not that I have much experience—there have only been two men until now, and neither lasted long in my life. Of what I remember of our intimacy, my experience was underwhelming.
I’m sitting in the passenger seat when Damon climbs in the other side. As I pull my seatbelt across my body, he leans over and takes it from me then secures the clip. “I’m perfectly capable of fastening my own belt,” I mutter under my breath. He takes my hand closest to him and lifts it to his lips.
“That was for me, not you. Your safety is my priority. I couldn’t stand it if you got hurt.”
My heart swells. It’s been years since someone worried about my safety. No one has since my parents. It feels fucking good.
His big fingers grasp the key in the ignition and turn; the old car roars to life. As we draw out of the parking area, he takes my hand closest to him in his once more. Our fingers intertwine as he rests them on my thigh. I know the drive will take around fifteen minutes to reach our destination. My palms begin to sweat with nerves and anticipation. He releases my hand, then lays his across my leg once more. Through my thin running leggings, I feel the heat radiate from him to me.
By the time we arrive outside the house, my blood has heated enough that I feel like a human furnace. He pulls to a stop and cuts the engine.
“Nervous?”
“A little,” I admit, twisting my hands together and sitting them on my lap.
“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.” His gaze flits to me then back to the road. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”
“That won’t be…” I trail off when his eyes return to mine and narrow.
“It’s important, Emma. I want you to promise you’ll tell me if you want to stop.”
“I promise,” I whisper, dropping my eyes as my cheeks burn hot.
“Good, because I want tonight to go well,” he says honestly. “For both of us.” His hand slides slightly higher up my leg until his fingers fill the small gap between my thighs. My nipples stand to attention as my pussy clenches, excited by the close proximity of his fingers. He drums lightly on the outside of my running pants. The small movements between my legs awaken my libido, which hasn’t seen the light of day in a while. We sit for a few minutes, him touching me and me enjoying the sensation.
“I’ll need to freshen up,” I say quietly.
“Why? I’m going to make sure you get messy.” A laugh escapes with the unexpected quip. The sexy smile on his lips turns into a lopsided one. He cocks his head to one side, and intense eyes run from my face down my body and back to meet mine. “I plan to have you very messy. Are you ready to go inside?”
I swallow but nod deliberately. “Yes.” The word comes out husky, and I bite my lip with embarrassment.