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Emma’s pink cheeks deepen to crimson red.
I sigh. “I was just about to eat dinner,” I say.” Do you want to come in?”
Emma nods. She looks grateful and I step back to allow her inside my cabin. She’s wearing jeans with a white shirt and hiking boots that appear to have been newly purchased. The faintest touch of mascara is on her lids and I notice that her fingernails are painted.
This can’t be. Surely, she didn’t come out here just for me.
“It smells delicious,” Emma says as she makes her way into the kitchen and sits down at the table. “What are you making?”
I turn to her with a smirk. “Would you be disappointed if I said stew again?”
Emma flushes. “You know, it was so good last time that I thought you might’ve drugged it,” she says in a sheepish tone. “I know that’s a dumb thing to say,” she adds. “But I couldn’t stop eating it.”
Before I can think about it, a grin spreads across my face. “I’ve had better compliments before,” I reply in a teasing voice. “But not lately.”
Emma bites her lip and crosses one round thigh over the other. My kitchen is cramped, and I can smell the light floral aroma of her hair as I finish heating the stew and take it off the stove. Dishing it up in two bowls, I hand one to Emma and sit beside her.
For a moment, we sit in silence and I wonder if she regrets coming out here. But then she lifts the spoon to her lips and begins to eat. After only a few moments, she moans and licks her lips in ecstasy.
“I seriously couldn’t stop thinking about this after I’d gone,” Emma says. She licks her spoon clean of broth and sets it down in the bowl. Then, her brown eyes look to mine and I’m startled by the intense look that I see there. For such a young girl, there’s something about her that I’m not used to seeing.
“Thanks.”
“I mean it,” Emma continues. She cleans her bowl and sets the spoon down.
I stare at her. There’s strong conviction in her voice and she seems like she’s talking about a lot more than just the stew. But she’s so young – how can a twenty-one-year-old girl possibly know what being with me would mean? There’s no way.
“You have to stop coming out here,” I say finally.
“What?” Emma shakes her head and frowns. Her glossy brown curls tumble free of their bun and hang loose around her shoulders. “No,” she adds firmly.
“I’m a loner,” I continue, taking a deep breath and setting my spoon down in my bowl. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away.”
Emma’s pale forehead creases and she shakes her head. “No,” she says. “I don’t see why I have to. That’s not fair.”
I snort. “You should be around kids your own age. Not forty-five-year-old men.”
“I don’t like kids my own age,” Emma replies. There’s a strange sense of conviction and serenity in her voice. “Besides, I’m not a kid.” She straightens her shoulders and my eyes go right to her tits. “And I can do what I want.”
I burst out laughing. “If you think that being an adult means doing whatever you want, I have some news for you,” I say. Her audacity is charming if a little clueless – besides, I’ve always liked spunk in a woman.
Emma pouts. “You think I really am a kid,” she says. “but I’m not.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of experience do you have with the world?”
Emma looks me in the eyes and licks her lips. The gesture makes my cock twitch in my pants and for a moment, I have to resist the urge to grab her and pull her across the table. In the soft lighting of my cabin, her thick curves are more appealing than ever.
“For your information, I have a lot of experience,” Emma says in a low voice. “It might not be the kind that you’re referring to, but it’s there.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean back in my chair and stare. My balls are aching from the sight of her soft pink lips and curvy frame. And now that I can feel our conversation heading in a more intimate direction, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist her.
“Tell me,” I say. “We’ve got all night.”
7
Emma
The air is dense and heavy with tension as I sit across from Dane. Part of me is insulted – why does he think he knows so much more than everyone else?
The other part of me is aroused. Although our conversation began innocuously, I wonder if there’s a hidden meaning to Dane’s words. I know that he isn’t just talking about sex, although now that I’m thinking about it, my pussy is tingling.
