He was fascinating to her, and the more she learned about him, the more attracted to him she became, which was something she hadn't thought possible. She could barely take her eyes away from him as they ate their dinner, and if they weren’t in this restaurant, her hands would be all over him.
He lifted his head and caught her watching him, but she didn't look away, she couldn't. She was pinned by his gaze, swamped with the growing need working its way through her body. She found it increasingly difficult to breathe, let alone eat, so she placed her fork down.
"Would you like anything else?" he inquired.
You, she almost said, but she bit back the word and told him no instead. She couldn't sit in this restaurant with him for a minute longer. She felt like she was going to claw her skin off if she didn't get up and start moving soon. A cold shower would be great, but she didn't think that would help her right now either.
In fact, she thought the only thing that would make her feel any better was to be in his arms again. Their other dates over the week had ended with a sweet kiss, there had been no more instances like the one at the club, but she desperately craved his hands on her flesh again, now.
Ethan paid the bill and walked around to help her rise from the chair. He could feel the increased heat of her body and hear the escalated pace of her heart. Recognizing her increasing desire, he couldn't resist touching her and brushed his hands over her shoulders as she rose from the chair. Her breath hitched; her breasts rose against the confining front of her dress. When her honeysuckle scent increased with yearning, he felt it wrapping around him and drawing him irresistibly closer to her.
The last thing he wanted was to meet up with the others, he much preferred taking her back to her house, but that was her decision to make. He kept his hand loosely around her waist; his chest brushed against her arm as he wound his way through the tables and people.
They were almost to the door when the sky opened, and a deluge of rain fell. He went to hold her back, but she was already stepping outside. He followed her out the door and stood beside her beneath the overhang as the rain pelted the ground in a loud crescendo which drowned out the noise of the restaurant.
"It should be over soon," he said. "We can wait inside."
The mischievous look she shot him over her shoulder should have warned him, but he still wasn't expecting it when she asked, "Why?" and stepped into the storm.
Disbelief and amusement filled him as she tilted her head back and lifted her arms to the sky. Laughter trailed from her as the falling rain plastered the deep blue dress to her body. He could only stand and stare as she tilted her head back to the sky. Something about the picture of her laughing in the rain made his heart clench and caused a strange warmth to spread through him.
He thought he could stand there and watch her forever, but the urge to touch her drove him into the rain. She was still laughing as she dropped her head to look at him. The rain turned her hair darker and caused it to curl as it clung to her face and neck. He barely noticed the drops of water as they pelted against him; the only thing he could focus on was her.
"It feels wonderful!" she cried above the noise.
Words failed him. It felt as if he was taken over by something entirely primitive, something that would only be appeased by touching her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he lifted her up and pressed her flush against his body. Her mouth parted, but before she could speak, his lips descended on hers in a kiss that would have been bruising if the contact of their mouths didn’t immediately eased some of the strain within him.
A groan escaped him; his erection was extremely uncomfortable as it pressed against the front of his jeans. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her mouth opened to his. She tasted of wine as his tongue entwined with hers. He could lose himself in her forever.
If it weren't for the fact he wouldn’t allow anyone else to see her naked, he would have taken her here and now without any thought to where they were. If it were any other girl, he wouldn't care if someone else saw her body, but no other woman had ever driven him this crazy before, or pushed him to these kinds of heights. No way was he about to play show and tell with any part of her body.
Her breath came in shallow gasps when he broke the kiss. He needed a moment to regain control of himself, but the vision of her, soaking wet, with her lips swollen from the force of his kiss, did nothing to curb his appetite for her.
"Emma," he groaned.
She rested her forehead against his; the hoarse tone of his voice caused a small shiver to run through her. She inhaled the scent of the rain clinging to him, and took pleasure in the feel of his powerful arms around her. "I think we should get out of the rain," she whispered against his lips.
It took everything he had to put her back on her feet and release her. The smile she gave him was as enticing as Eve with the apple, he decided as she stepped away from him. He almost grabbed her again, but she clasped his hand and started to run. Her laughter trickled through the air as she dashed in and out of the
