Page 27 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef

I’maching.

Wanting.

Longing forhim.

And before I can open my mouth to say a word, Dylan cups my cheek in hishand.

“You feel that too, don’t you?” I hear myselfasking.

He grazes my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Like a freight train. But don’t worry, Emily. I’ve gotyou.”

The way he says my name this time causes my heart to pound even harder in my chest. My knees turn to Jell-O.

I know then that my night is just starting, and I’m not about to walk away or goanywhere.