Emma’s POV
When I walked into my room, it was kept just the way I left it. I moved my gaze around, and with a sigh, I slumped on the bed. My thoughts went to Lord Emerson, and I wondered what was in his heart when we kissed. I craved to know if it was a mistake or if he meant every bit of it.
I gulped nervously and lay on the bed on my back. Slowly, I touched my lips as the picture of our intense kiss played in my head. I could still feel the impact of his fingers trailing on me, which had sent my whole being on fire. I wanted him. I wanted him to kiss me, take and make love to me, but it seems that was a wish that would never happen.
I knew I should feel disgusted by all this. For God's sake, this man is older than me, with a difference of seventeen years. He can literally give birth t
