Painfully I pull away, but it only causes him to hold me tighter.
“Saving the waiter from being tackled by you,” he says with a lopsided smile. Quickly he looks me over from head to toe, his gaze faltering on my breasts before returning to my face. Seconds tick by as he holds me tight, my abdomen against his pelvis. By no means am I a petite girl, but being cocooned in his arms makes me feel small and protected from all the evil things in this world.
Chapter Five
Emerson
“ A re you here with your date?” The silence between us is making me uncomfortable and it’s all I can think of to say. Reed’s grip on me loosens and immediately I miss him pressed against me.
“No, remember, I don’t do girlfriends.” His laser beam focus makes me squirm. “Well I just thought with that big box of condoms that maybe you had someone special you were, you know, giving it to all the time.” Oh god, I’m a blubbering idiot. Sometimes my mouth doesn’t know when to quit.
He must notice the curious look on my face because he continues. “I like variety, Emerson. I never go back to the same woman. Never.”
He’s not joking. He really doesn’t do girlfriends. “Oh, yeah, me too. I like variety too. And you know, you can never be too careful.” Where the heck did that just come from? Now I’m sounding like a slut. But why do I care what he thinks? He’s a proud self proclaimed man whore.
He sucks in a breath and narrows his gaze on me. His lips are smashed in a straight line and the vein in his neck throbs. Oh, maybe the big bad wolf has an achilles heel after all. “I always carry extra latex,” I say patting my knock off pleather handbag hanging from my shoulder. Anger rolls off of him, his fists now flexing at his sides, the cracking sound only encouraging me to rile him up some more. Apparently this wolf doesn’t like it when a girl leaves his territory. Time ticks by. I can’t take his silent analysis. I wish I could get in his head and know what he was thinking.
It’s just now I notice he’s dressed in a suit. The cut of his jacket shows off his broad shoulders and pinched waist. My eyes follow his burgundy tie and drift down the crisp white shirt neatly tucked into his slacks. Such a different person from the man I meant earlier today. The stubble on his face from this morning is gone. His dark hair has been tamed and his tattoos are hidden under clothing. Appearances can be deceiving, and the little voice in my head reminds me this is not a man to be messed with. The flashy suit and tie can’t contain the cocky arrogance boiling under all that material. His energy surrounds me, flaring the fire already inside of me. The burn makes my back bow, pushing my breasts out front and center. Reed doesn’t miss a beat. His tongue glides along his bottom lip before he clears his throat.“Why don’t you come home with me?” I regret giving him the impression I sleep around but I’m not good enough for someone like him. If he ever discovered where I came from he would run and I can’t say I would fault him for that.
“Why are you twirling your hair like that,” he asks. I swallow hard and force myself to stop. Only now I don’t know what to do with my hands. “Do I make you nervous?” He’s close again,his warm breath a whisper on my skin while his steely green eyes hold me captive. Sparks fly up my spine from his touch on my lower back. His fingers make little circles right under the hem of my shirt.
There’s a tightening in my stomach. “No. You don’t make me nervous,” I lie. My pounding heart wants to leap from my body. A ripple goes through me.
“Emerson, I don’t think you’re being truthful.” The muscles in his jaw twitch.
Even though I want to, I can’t break eye contact with him. Briefly I wonder if this is what lust feels like. This is all so foreign and new to me. I don’t have the time in my life to let my emotions take over. I’m not like other college girls. My heart