Emmeline couldn't bring herself to look at him. If she did, he'd surely see exactly what she wanted and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that. Her mind was clearly telling her one thing while her traitorous body said otherwise. It was beyond embarrassing. It was mortifying and she was terrified to even think that she could even react in such a way.

But then he asked if she wanted him to stop and an idea came to her own mind. Maybe she could turn it around on him. How would he react if she told him to keep going? Or to prove it?

She squeezed his hand gently, moving it just enough so that his hand could brush softly over her collar bone and tantalizingly close to her breast. "And if I don't want you to stop?" she asked, finally looking to him with a raised brow and a look that clearly dared him to respond.

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