his hand grabbing hers. The rough pad of his thumb was rubbing the skin between her thumb and index finger, almost making her groan. She'd just pretend he's a cabana boy.
"Emma."
A cabana boy with a very deep, rumbly voice, making her all tingly.
"Darlin', open your eyes."
Hmmm, cabana boys in the Caribbean give good massages. His thumb was doing amazing work... "Ouch! You pinched me!" She pulled back her hand, rubbing the tender skin.
"I had to. You weren't listening."
"I didn't want to listen. I had a cabana boy, and I was perfectly happy!"
"I'm not even gonna pretend I understand that, but I have something you need to hear."
"Last time we did this, last time I listened to something you had to tell me, you completely freaked me out. I think I have had enough freak outs over the last twenty-four hours to last me a lifetime, thank you very much!"
"Emma, I think there are some things you still aren't clear on that we need to talk about, or perhaps I should say, things that I need to make clear to you somehow. Trust me. I will find a way to make myself very, very clear to you."
Each word he uttered, he moved closer into her space, so that by the end of his speech, she could feel the vibrations on the air. He moved his mouth only slightly to touch her lips, and even that hint of a touch turned her on. She was so screwed.
"But I think we need less of an audience for what I have to say..." Gus leaned in even closer, his lips touching her ear, "and do to you." He promptly moved back into his seat, leaving her blushing, wet, and damn-near panting in a booth in the middle of a damn diner.
Getting up, he held out his hand and said, "Let's head out, darlin'."
Chapter 6
––––––––
T he drive home was silent; each lost in their own thoughts, but Gus never lost the connection with the woman beside him. Having his hand firmly on her thigh, he rubbed his thumb back and forth, trying to soothe the tense muscles he could feel underneath his hand. He got her apprehension. He got it, but he was not going to let her run with it.
Figuring it must have been a while since she put herself out there and not liking how vulnerable it made her feel, she was doing a good job talking herself out of something they obviously both wanted to explore. He had no time for that kind of nonsense, not that he had any idea what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted inside of her badly. Ever since finding out it was her on the phone, he started recognizing the vibrations in her voice that he now automatically associated with sex, which obviously meant a constant hard on.
"Why don't you wait in the car while I check the house." He said to her as he unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car. "I'll just be a minute, then I'll be back to get you, okay?"
Just nodding, Emma kept her hands clasped in her lap. She still hadn't said a word since leaving the diner.
Quickly checking each room and flicking on the lights, he made sure doors and windows were still secure before going back out to get Emma.
"I don't get why I couldn't have brought home my own car. Now it's at the diner for another night." Emma grumbled as he let her pass into the house before him.
"Don't pout, darlin'," he chuckled, "We'll end up at the diner tomorrow at some point anyway, and I don't really want to let you out of my sight. Besides, for tonight, I want to pull my truck into the treeline so it's not visible from the road, or the drive."
"I just don't like not having my wheels. I feel out of control in this situation as it is. We haven't even had a chance to go through all of the files on the server yet like you suggested."
"We will, but first priority was to get fed and get ourselves secure for the night. I'll bring in my laptop so you can sign onto the server and we can make a start. That is, if you're not too tired."
Emma slumped down on the large grey sectional in the living room, kicking her shoes off and putting her feet on the
"Emma."
A cabana boy with a very deep, rumbly voice, making her all tingly.
"Darlin', open your eyes."
Hmmm, cabana boys in the Caribbean give good massages. His thumb was doing amazing work... "Ouch! You pinched me!" She pulled back her hand, rubbing the tender skin.
"I had to. You weren't listening."
"I didn't want to listen. I had a cabana boy, and I was perfectly happy!"
"I'm not even gonna pretend I understand that, but I have something you need to hear."
"Last time we did this, last time I listened to something you had to tell me, you completely freaked me out. I think I have had enough freak outs over the last twenty-four hours to last me a lifetime, thank you very much!"
"Emma, I think there are some things you still aren't clear on that we need to talk about, or perhaps I should say, things that I need to make clear to you somehow. Trust me. I will find a way to make myself very, very clear to you."
Each word he uttered, he moved closer into her space, so that by the end of his speech, she could feel the vibrations on the air. He moved his mouth only slightly to touch her lips, and even that hint of a touch turned her on. She was so screwed.
"But I think we need less of an audience for what I have to say..." Gus leaned in even closer, his lips touching her ear, "and do to you." He promptly moved back into his seat, leaving her blushing, wet, and damn-near panting in a booth in the middle of a damn diner.
Getting up, he held out his hand and said, "Let's head out, darlin'."
Chapter 6
––––––––
T he drive home was silent; each lost in their own thoughts, but Gus never lost the connection with the woman beside him. Having his hand firmly on her thigh, he rubbed his thumb back and forth, trying to soothe the tense muscles he could feel underneath his hand. He got her apprehension. He got it, but he was not going to let her run with it.
Figuring it must have been a while since she put herself out there and not liking how vulnerable it made her feel, she was doing a good job talking herself out of something they obviously both wanted to explore. He had no time for that kind of nonsense, not that he had any idea what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted inside of her badly. Ever since finding out it was her on the phone, he started recognizing the vibrations in her voice that he now automatically associated with sex, which obviously meant a constant hard on.
"Why don't you wait in the car while I check the house." He said to her as he unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car. "I'll just be a minute, then I'll be back to get you, okay?"
Just nodding, Emma kept her hands clasped in her lap. She still hadn't said a word since leaving the diner.
Quickly checking each room and flicking on the lights, he made sure doors and windows were still secure before going back out to get Emma.
"I don't get why I couldn't have brought home my own car. Now it's at the diner for another night." Emma grumbled as he let her pass into the house before him.
"Don't pout, darlin'," he chuckled, "We'll end up at the diner tomorrow at some point anyway, and I don't really want to let you out of my sight. Besides, for tonight, I want to pull my truck into the treeline so it's not visible from the road, or the drive."
"I just don't like not having my wheels. I feel out of control in this situation as it is. We haven't even had a chance to go through all of the files on the server yet like you suggested."
"We will, but first priority was to get fed and get ourselves secure for the night. I'll bring in my laptop so you can sign onto the server and we can make a start. That is, if you're not too tired."
Emma slumped down on the large grey sectional in the living room, kicking her shoes off and putting her feet on the
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