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“Please Derek, let’s go. Just stop.” Emma sounds so hurt as she pulls on my arm. “Please,” she says and her soft voice grabs my full attention as she tugs at me again, pulling my shirt tighter across my chest. “Let’s go.”
Her beautiful doe eyes look up at me. My heart slows. It’s only then I realize how heavy I’m breathing. How cold it is.
The man on the ground coughs and scoots farther away. I spare him a quick look, but nothing more.
“Let’s go,” Emma pleads as she tugs on my arm again, and this time I go to her, shrugging on my coat easily. I wrap my arm around her waist and walk us toward my car. Emma looks over her shoulder a few times, but I don’t. My pace is fast. I just want to get the fuck out of here.
Mariani’s will be fine. The other owners have done worse. She doesn’t need to know that though.
She tries to open the passenger door, but I push her against it instead. Her back hits the car door and she gasps as I press my body against hers.
I just wanna feel her. I need to.
“Derek,” she whimpers, moving her neck to give me more access as I lean against her. Kissing her exposed skin, I push my knee between her legs. Fuck, I want her so bad. My dick starts hardening at the thought of taking her right here, right now. I’m so worked up. And I’ve wanted her for days. Fuck that.Years.
My heavy breath turns to fog as I leave open-mouth kisses along her neck.
“Derek,” she says again in little more than a whisper, pushing me away slightly.
I don’t expect her to push me away, since she was leaning into me at first. But she looks over her shoulder at the entrance to the Bistro and then back at me, that vulnerability in her eyes again.
I pull away and open the door for her without another word. Waiting for her to climb in, I can hardly look her in the eyes, before I shut it gently and readjust my cock in my jeans.
I look back at the restaurant one last time, the bright red blood still visible from this far away.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I just can’t allow a man to treat a woman like that. But the way Emma’s pushing me away makes it more than obvious I shouldn’t have done that.
* * *
It’squiet in the car. Too fucking quiet. The small cuts on my knuckles are irritating the shit out of me as I drive on the interstate, taking us closer to my house, and her sister's.
I don’t want to end the night like this. I want her to come home with me. I wanna make it up to her. I twist my hand on the wheel and swallow down my pride.
“I’m sorry,” I finally say, my voice rough and low. I’m staring straight ahead, but I can feel those beautiful hazel eyes on me. I chance a look at her and she doesn’t seem angry, or disappointed. Instead there’s a different look in her eyes, the same look she gave me that first day all those years ago. Like she’s trying to figure me out. Trying to decide who I am.
“He was a dick,” she finally says, ignoring my apology. My skin tingles with an uncomfortable heat as we get closer to the off ramp. My heart is clenching tight in my chest.
“Yeah. You okay?” I ask her.
“I’m fine,” she answers quickly. She finally sits back in her seat a bit, but she still looks tense.
“I mean it,” I say and look at her and wait for her eyes to meet mine. “I’m sorry.”
Her expression softens and she puts her small hand on my lap, leaning toward me slightly.
“It’s alright,” she says softly. But that look is still in her eyes.
“I want you, Sweetheart.” I look back toward the road, and realize I have to decide soon where I’m taking her. “Come home with me tonight.”
“I’m not like that.” She shakes her head a bit and pulls away from me. “I’m really sorry I gave you that impression.”
“Like what?”
“Just an easy lay,” she answers absently.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” I ask her with some of my anger coming through. Before she can answer, I continue. “I’ve wanted you since high school. I don’t fuck around. I don’t let people in. But you’re there. Somehow I never had a choice on whether or not I could let you in.”
