Riding Out the Storm by Emma Jay Page A

over her and covered her mouth with his, letting the grape roll over her
tongue before she bit it, letting the blended flavor pop in both of their
mouths. His hands closed around her waist and for a moment she thought he would
slide his cock in her but then realized he was fully dressed. Fully aroused,
but fully dressed.
    And
they were in the back seat of a limo, no doubt giving the limo driver a hell of
a show.
    “Ethan.”
With effort, she lifted her hand to push the blindfold up, then stroked her
hand over his hair. “God.”
    He
grinned. “Thank you.”
    As
her pulse slowed, the questions started coming. When had he arranged this?
Where were they going? But most of all, “Why?”
    “I
wanted to show you that I can be everything you need.”
    “You
were, before.” She curved her hand over his cheek. “The way you look at me, and
the way you touch me, and the way you make love to me. That’s what I need. I
want to hear your voice and feel this thrill. I want to see you walk out of the
elevator and feel my heart skip.” She slid her hand down over his chest,
resting it over his heart. “Do you know that feeling?”
    “I
know it.” He covered her hand with his and looked down at it before looking
back into her eyes. “But I see you with Zach and I wonder—”
    “He’s
just my friend, just a co-worker. I never loved him, though I suppose the
person I was at the time wanted to. Can we—I don’t want us working together to
be a problem for you.”
    He
eased back and smoothed her skirt down, then took her hand and drew her to a
sitting position. “He’s not my favorite person, and I wonder what he did that
was bad enough to push you away, yet you still remain close. But I trust you.”
    Warmth
spread through her. “You do?” She could explain the rest to him later, and hope
he’d understand. But tonight it was about the two of them, as it should have
been this weekend.
    “I’m
sorry I made you think I didn’t.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. “It’s
part of being in love, isn’t it?”
    She
swayed into him as the car turned a corner. Off-balance was apparently the
theme of the evening. “You love me?”
    He
trailed his fingers through her hair and the corner of his mouth hooked up. “I figured
it out when I walked out of the motel and knew I didn’t want to be anywhere
else but with you.”
    She
shifted closer, covering his hand with hers. “Then you’re a little slow on the
uptake, because I realized I loved you when I saw how calm you were when our
plans went to hell. How patient you were to wait for my anniversary. Your—generosity
only sealed the deal.”
    He
angled his head to cover her mouth with his, and she squeezed his shoulder as
warmth rolled through her—desire and so much more.
    “Where
are we going?” she asked when they parted.
    “I
got us a room. Our own room. With a heater.” He kissed her temple. “And one.”
He kissed her ear. “Big.” He kissed her jaw. “Bed. We’re going to have the
weekend we wanted. We just have to squeeze it in to one night.”
    “No.”
Tears blurred her eyes as she looked up at him. “We have the rest of our lives.”
     

 
    About
the Author
     
    Emma
Jay has been writing longer than she’d care to admit, using her endless string
of celebrity crushes as inspiration for her heroes. She discovered her husband
has way more tolerance for screensavers and hunk-decorated blog posts when she
calls them her “heroes.” Emma, married twenty-five years (wed at the age of
eight, of course) believes writing romance is like falling in love, over and
over again. Creating characters and love stories is an addiction she has no
intention of breaking.
     
    Visit
Emma Jay at
    www.emmajay.
wordpress.com
     
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Available
     
     
    Lessons For
Teacher
     
    by
     
    Emma Jay
     
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