“And now?” I asked.
“I know you’re not gay.” Her eyes darted down and back up. She winked. “And I also know the whole score; why you were willing to pay ME so much to marry you. But still, you offer me an out, tell me I could stop right after I started things myself.”
“Maybe I’m just a gentleman,” I said.
“A gentleman who drugged and kidnapped me,” she said with a faux glare, “who’s about to take over the largest gang in Glasgow? You are not a gentle man.”
Emma leaned closer. Her hands on my side slid lower. Her half-lidded eyes and smirk laid the seduction on thick, but the soft pinks of her makeup and schoolgirlish dress stole from the effect.
“And you know enough about me,” she continued in a throaty whisper, “to know chivalry won’t win you any points. You aren’t gay, you aren’t acting genteel on my account. It can’t be me, can it? Don’t you find me attractive?”
“Of course I do,” I replied automatically. My hand slipped to her ass. I squeezed and pulled her closer. Let her feel my answer. “But you’re a dangerous woman, vengeful. I remember what you did to that guy back at the pub. I don’t know what you stand to gain from me with what we’re about to do. That worries me, I—”
She huffed and silenced me with her lips, soft as they were in my memories. I held her tightly, as if someone would snatch her away from me. Our kiss heated. Her perfume filled my nose. It lacked the heady spice I remembered.
“Maybe I want to wear you out,” Emma whispered after our kiss broke, our foreheads pressed together. “Once you fall asleep, I can escape.”
“Nah, that’s not it,” I replied and inched us toward the couch. “You don’t even know where you are, and you’ve got nowhere better to go. You going to go to your brother? I’m your best bet.”
Her expression turned brittle. Some red joined the pink on her cheeks but that seductive smile prevailed. If she were any other woman, I would have sugar coated it. Like she said, she didn’t prefer gentlemen.
“Can’t argue with that. Now’s not the best time to escape,” she replied and her lips ghosted over mine. “You are thinking way too hard. What am I getting out of this? You do know women enjoy sex don’t you? At least with the right partner.”
Our lips crashed together. Emma’s hands frantically untucked my shirt. Her nails dragged across my stomach, they tickled my sides.
We reached the couch and Emma fell back on to it. When I bent to follow, she pressed her hand against my chest and shook her head. Her other hand yanked at my belt, opening it with some effort.
My trousers and pants came down with a quick jerk of her arms. I swung freely in front of her. She stared at my cock before those too innocent looking eyes found mine.
“How much do you trust me?” She smiled widely then clacked her teeth together three times. “You’re asking me to trust you after lying about almost everything. Maybe that’s why I kissed you. I wanted to know the answer.”
“I trust you to follow your best interests,” I replied, still fighting the cringe at her implication. “Right now, that means my manhood is safe.”
“I don’t know,” she teased and her hand wrapped around me, cold fingered, “it’s looking good enough to eat.”
Her head bobbed forward. The head of my cock disappeared between her pink lips. Her tongue teased the tip, then licked just under the hood. Her hand squeezed and she took more of me in her mouth.
Turner blue eyes stared up at me. Until I’d met her, those distinctive blue eyes had caused so much pain, taken everything from me. Now, they held a playacted sense of devotion, of love. Her feelings might have been fake, but the pleasure wasn’t. I steadied myself with a hand on her shoulder.
“Damn,” I breathed, “I’m not going to last long with your talented tongue.”
Emma all but spit me out of her, she jerked her head back so fast. One of her eyes narrowed as she frowned up at me.
“Talented tongue?” Her frown grew.
“What? Who doesn’t love alliteration?” I replied.
Emma grabbed my waist and pulled me down to the couch. I landed on my side next to her. She straddled my legs and took my cock in hand. Her mouth enveloped me a moment later. She bobbed up and down, taking me to the edge. Her eyes found mine with a twinkle of mischief.
Teeth nibbled on my most sensitive bit of flesh. My legs locked automatically. She giggled around my cock and doubled her speed. My head dropped back.
“I’m coming,” I warned Emma.
She might as well have not heard me from her lack of reaction. Her quick rhythm continued unabated. The pleasure built and built before I burst. A tight groan burst from my throat and I relaxed completely.
My cock popped out of Emma’s mouth a moment later. She crawled up and laid her head against my shoulder, arm across my chest. It wasn’t even late in the afternoon but my eyes started drooping. I hadn’t slept much in transit.
“Told ya you weren’t a gentleman,” Emma whispered and squeezed closer to my side. She occupied the edge of the couch. “A gentleman would have offered to reciprocate.”
