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Frozen and stunned stupid for a hot second, the lava searing my veins finally reached my brain. Biting back a moan, I pressed my palm to the small of her back and pulled her sinful body flush against mine. Then I cupped her nape and held her in place before taking full control of the kiss.
The warm, soft texture of her lips kneading beneath mine, and the shiver quivering through her supple curves meshed to my steely frame, set my soul on fire. Lost in the pure perfection of the kiss, the outside world vanished.
Like a laser, my entire focus was on the ragged puffs of breath spilling from Emma’s nose.
On her pebbled nipples prodding my chest.
On the heat and arousal swirling around us.
But it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t end the kiss without fully tasting her.
Gliding my tongue over her succulent seam, Emma parted with a kitten-soft moan that turned my cock to stone. Without hesitation, I delved deep, slowly sweeping over every wet crevice as I branded her sweet, cotton candy flavor to memory.
Unable to stop myself, I inched my palm up her ribs, and just as my thumb stroked the base of her ripe breast, the teller cleared her throat…loudly.
Emma tensed and tore from my lips as if she’d been burned. Blinking away the smoky arousal shimmering in her eyes, her cheeks grew red.
“If you’d like to take a seat, Miss Holden, we’ll have your money to you shortly.” The teller smiled, nodding toward the couch.
The sexy blush was still staining Emma’s cheeks as she gripped her purse and plucked it off the counter. Clearly, she was embarrassed. If I stood any chance of kissing her again—which I desperately wanted to...right fucking now—I had to chase the remorse from her system.
With her taste still singeing my tongue, I guided her to the sofa. Looking everywhere but at me, she eased onto the cushion before I sat beside her.
“You should be in movies, darlin’. You’re one hell of an actress,” I whispered.
Emma bristled, but finally looked at me. “I was simply trying to make your story more convincing.”
“You definitely made a believer out of me,” I murmured. “I enjoyed it. I think you did, too.”
Her blush darkened as she lowered her lashes—like a sweet little sub—and locked her gaze on the purse in her lap.
Emma had all the markings of a submissive, but they were locked deep inside her. She probably didn’t even know it, but I did. I’d seen and sensed her need to please—when she wasn’t lying or being pissed off at me. And every Dominant bone in my body ached to draw out her need to please and set her submission free.
Thirty minutes later, with an obscene stack of hundreds stashed in her purse, we left the bank.
“Where were you planning to shop for clothes?”
She tensed, then nonchalantly shrugged. “I hadn’t really decided.”
In other words, she had no idea where the malls were in town. Instead of calling her out on that fact, I merely nodded.
“Well, there’s a Wally World a few blocks up ahead, or I can take you to NorthPark Center.”
“A car rental company will be perfect, thanks.”
“I’m sure it would be, but I’m not taking you to any of them.”
“Why not?” She bristled.
“Because I’ve got plenty of cars you can borrow.”
“That’s kind of you to offer, b-but…I-I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“B-because…” She paused and swallowed tightly. I could practically hear the wheels in her brain searching for a plausible reason. “I-I’m not on your insurance policy.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. They’re just work vehicles. It’ll be fine.”
