DEACON
I rose to my feet abruptly. "I need another drink."
Emma drained her glass and rattled the ice. "I wouldn't say no to a refill, either."
I was about to turn back to retrieve her empty glass, but she'd gotten to her feet, too, and was following me across the room. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as I poured our drinks. As much as I tried to ignore her effect on me, she was slowly and steadily destroying my paltry defenses.
"Do you want anything to eat?" I almost babbled the question, just out of the need to say something that didn't sound s****l. And yet, even that . . .
Emma stood next to me, her gaze dipping down to below my waist before she raised her eyes to me. The molten softness of her lips was nearly my undoing.
Slowly, she shook her head. "No, thanks
