CH.43

"The problem is that your ass becomes visible whenever you bend your legs," Zavian growled in a tone of dark censure that seemed to vibrate against her very bones. "And the man behind you is almost devouring you with his eyes."

A furious blush flooded Emmeline's cheeks at his bold words.

The heat of it spread rapidly through her body when Zavian wrapped his other arm around her waist as well.

He effectively caged her against the solid wall of his chest, the hard planes of his body molding to the softer curves of hers in a way that made her head spin.

She opened her mouth, determined to respond - to protest his forwardness or at least ask him to give her some space - but all that emerged was a strangled squeak.

Emmeline’s mind raced, torn between indignation at his presumptuous behavior and a traitorous thrill at his possessive display.

Who did he think he was, manhandling her like this in public? Yet... a bigger part of her reveled in the feeling of being claimed and the object of his