Chapter 2
Emma's Pov
Was he turned on too? His hand under the table adjusted something, a quick shift, and I wondered if he was hard, his c**k straining in his pants because of me.
"Yeah," I breathed, nodding, my breaths coming shorter. "If I trusted him completely."
Our eyes locked, and the air felt somehow.
My body reacted without thinking, my foot brushing his under the table, the contact sending electricity shot up my leg, straight to my core, making my p***y clench.
Fuck! I want him right now, want to feel his hands on me, but he is my friend. This could ruin everything we have, or make it better, and deeper, something I have craved without admitting.
He cleared his throat, but did not break eye contact, his gaze intense.
"Trust is key in that stuff. b**m, right? Boundaries,
