Emma was under his spell again. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her. It was dark, musky sort of floral scent. Like a meadow under a full moon. The hard lines of his body were pressed against hers and she could feel every inch of him. No one else existed around them. He could have made love her to right there in the club if he wanted. She wouldn’t have stopped him. She hated him, and the effect he had on her. But there was denying the way her body responded to his.
“Just admit how much you want me,” Will whispered to her so that no one else could hear. The moment probably lasted no more than a minute, but it felt like an eternity. “It’ll make all of this so much easier.”
Sabrina yanked Emma away from Will, and stepped between them.
“I don’t know how you two know e
