Brian didn't know what possessed him to step closer. Something about the woman before him tugged at every rational thread in his body, pulling them loose one by one until all that remained was raw desire.
He wouldn't blame the fact that she had stripped herself naked and his towel hung loosely at his waist.
It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to seduce him. His manager had also assumed that having a woman warm his bed would ease his stressful mind. That annoying man had then set up women for him but he never fell for it, so why this woman?
He should be calling the security to escort her out and sue her for harassment, but here he was, bewitched to a point of no return.
Emma stood still, bathed in the dim light, her porcelain skin gleaming as if untouched by the world. Her shoulders, slightly raised, framed her collarbone in a way that stole his breath. Her beauty wasn't loud, it was the kind that crept under one's skin, quiet and devastating.
His gaze lingered longer than it should. The air thickened.
He wasn't the kind of man who lost control easily. But with her… everything inside him trembled.
Emma's chest rose and fell unevenly. When he took a step, her breath hitched. The faint scent of him filled her senses clean, masculine, and dangerously close. She couldn't bring herself to look up, only stare at the broadness of his chest and the way his heartbeat seemed to echo against her own.
For a fleeting moment, time felt suspended.
Then his hands reached out hesitantly resting on her shoulders before he drew them back as if burned.
"Damn it, what was I thinking?" he muttered under his breath, turning away for half a second before Emma decided to take thw chance when he seemed to be considering her offer.
Her trembling hand brush against him. "Please, sleep with me." She begged in a low but desperate tone.
That was all it took.
The last thread of restraint snapped.
The room swallowed by silence except for the racing rhythm of two hearts colliding too fast. He lifted her effortlessly, the world spinning as she felt the warmth of his body press against hers.
Every touch sent her brain spiraling. His lips travel across her skin with passion in his eyes. His eyes studied, his lips tasted all the places that fascinates him except for her lips and Emma found herself bitting down on her lower lips that yearn for his attention that was sorely focus on her body.
She felt like a specimen, but she didn't protest, yet something fragile lingered in her silence, something he was too blinded to see.
Moments later, the sound of breaking restraint filled the air, followed by a sharp gasp. It wasn't the sound he expected for it wasn't a pleasure cry like the one he heard when her breasts were in his mouth.
He had just penetrate her and the feeling was euphoric. He was torn between the pleasure and his urge to snap his eyes off the point their body connected.
He groaned in euphoria as she tightened around him.
Emma's eyes were wide open at the sharp pain she was experiencing. Soon it grew from wide to shimmering, and filled with tears.
Emma's sob broke lose but she quickly covered her mouth with her palm, however it was too late.
Brian froze. The realization hit him like a storm upon looking up into her teary eyes.
He withdrew instantly, his pulse hammering in disbelief as his gaze travel down and caught the faint stain spreading beneath them.
"Oh, God…" His voice cracked. "You're still a….."
The rest of the sentence died in his throat.
He staggered back, running both hands through his hair, panic flooding every vein.
"Damn it!" He punched the bed, his breath uneven, guilt and confusion twisting inside him. "What have I done?"