Emma felt the blush begin at her neck and tried to pretend she was concentrating on the radio.
"Journey," Jack stated, waving the bartender over. Emma glanced at him and smiled.
"I like this group," she said, desperately trying to keep her eyes off him. She had taken him out to this bar as a favor to her father. Or, at least that's what she told herself. The truth of the matter was he was incredibly sexy for a man in his mid-forties. Once again she found her eyes drawn to the mat of dark brown hair peeking out from above the buttons of his black dress shirt. A few silver strands taunted her. She knew it wouldn't take many more drinks before she would be tangling her fingers in the strands.
"I think we're done here?" Jack looked questioningly at Emma as he spoke to the bartender. At Emma's nod, Jack handed the lady behind the counter a few bills and slid off the bar stool, offering his hand to the twenty three year old . Emma smiled slightly, biting at her lower lip as she accepted his help.
"Where to now?" she asked him. As they stepped into the cool evening air, he put his hand to the small of her back, then quickly removed it. She glanced his way quickly, letting out a nervous giggle.
"The only place I can think of is back to your Dad's," he spoke the words with what sounded like disappointment - a disappointment which matched the look on Emma's face.
"Maybe he'll still be napping?" she suggested hopefully, knowing he hadn't been feeling well earlier that evening. Jack's eyes lit up slightly, and they both quickened their pace.
Jack opened the door quietly, holding it open for the small woman following him. Emma bit her lower lip, trying to close the door as quietly as possible. She cringed as she heard the door click. Jack chuckled quietly, taking her hand and leading her to the living room. His hand reached around to the small of her back, pulling her gently but urgently against him. Emma glanced up into his eyes, suddenly feeling an ache in the pit of her stomach.
She'd known she wanted him, no matter how much she tried to tell herself otherwise. But she hadn't realized he wanted her as well. At least, not as obviously as she realized it now. Granted, she'd had men want her before. She might be considered naΓ―ve by some standards, but she wasn't completely innocent. But Jack wasn't just another guy.
Their lips met for a brief moment, his tongue slipping between his lips to be met hesitantly by hers. They tasted each other for the shortest second, if it had even been that long. But in that half-second, she felt the heat pool between her legs and the ache in her stomach grow. As she was about to voice her complaint, she felt his fingers at her lips, silencing her.
"I really appreciated the tour of the town," he spoke in a normal tone, winking at her as he adjusted himself. As the haze slowly lifted, Emma realized what caused the change in his attitude.
"Not a problem," she replied, "Maybe later we can watch Dad's favorite movie. I know he's been wanting to show it to my as well." She paused, looking up at the doorway and smiling. "Hi Dad, ready for a movie?"
Scott hugged his daughter briefly. "Actually, I promised a few people I'd meet them uptown." Disappointed was in his voice, but Emma was grateful to not hear anything more than that. She stole a glance Jack's way and saw he was just as relieved. "You two go ahead and watch without me," he added, nodding in Jacks' direction before leaving the room to finish gathering his things.