The Affair: Week 5 Read Online Free Page B

manner. It was as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to approach her in the middle of a bustling department store. “I was worried I’d have trouble finding you.”
    Emma spun around all the way, sure for several seconds she was hallucinating. But no, he didn’t disappear. He looked very vivid to her stunned eyes, not to mention indecently gorgeous in a sexy, light blue T-shirt that sexily skimmed his lean, muscular form, and a pair of jeans. His tan had grown deeper since she’d last seen him. The color of his shirt, the sun-gilded skin, and the dark brows and lashes all combined to make his aquamarine eyes even more striking looking than usual.
    “Vanni . . . what are you doing here?” she mumbled, her brain vibrating with shock—shock and something else even more powerful and primal. A thrill of pure excitement had gone through her at the vision of him, leaving her body tingling.
    “I came back from France early,” he stated the obvious. He looked behind her, quirking his dark brows, and Emma glanced over her shoulder. The salesgirl was still staring at him with that goofy grin. She seemed to come to herself at Vanni’s glance and muttered an apology before she walked away, silly smile still in place. Emma rolled her eyes at the show of female weakness he inspired.
    “But how did you know I’d be
here
?” she asked.
    “I stopped by your place. Amanda told me you’d gone shopping here.” His gaze flickered over her face and landed on her lips. He glanced aside distractedly when a woman with several large bags bumped into him. “Is this what you came shopping for? Perfume?”
    “No,” Emma said, still staring at him. She still couldn’t believe he was here. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to touch him. Memories of sleeping in his arms when they were last together flooded her consciousness. She’d lain against his solid chest all night and stroked him whenever she chose, which was often. She’d allowed him to tie her up and spank her. They’d made love with savage abandonment.
    Now he stood here so unexpectedly, and it was all so
unbelievable.
Her longing for him was still there—in fact it felt doubled. But the idea of touching him suddenly made her shy.
    Idiot.
    His eyebrows arched. His head lowered and she realized he was waiting for her to speak. “What are you shopping for then?” he prodded quietly as a group of shoppers rushed past them.
    “Oh . . . you know. Just looking,” she managed. “A dress, maybe. Possibly a swimsuit.”
    His steady stare seemed to swallow her whole.
    “Damn it,” he said suddenly under his breath. He stepped forward and his arms encircled her. “When are you going to stop going shy around me?” he asked, his mouth slanted in amusement.
    “I’m not—”
    His mouth cut her off. All her awkwardness and uncertainty evaporated in a second beneath his kiss. She forgot where she was as he pierced her lips with his tongue and his taste flooded her consciousness.
    “God you smell good,” he mumbled a stretched, delicious moment later, nuzzling her ear and neck. Emma shuddered in pleasure. “Is that the perfume you just put on?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Did Dr. Parodas contact you about our test results?” he asked, his nose in her hair, his lips brushing against her ear and making all the hairs stand on end along her neck.
    “Yes,” Emma managed, finding his kiss and the topic both highly intimate in these mundane surrounding.
    He looked at her, his expression shifting ever so slightly. If Emma had to guess, she’d say he was very satisfied by her answer.
    “I have an idea,” he said.
    “What?” Emma asked. He might have suggested they jump naked off the Sears Tower together and she would have done it she was so momentarily enthralled by his eyes and deep, quiet voice.
    “I’ll take you to a place where we shop for a few items you’ll need. Then I’ll take you to bed and keep you there until we’re too weak to