Chapter 21

Grasping her hand to ground himself back to reality, he looked back at those perfect baby blue eyes, which only somehow seemed bigger and softer with all the layers around her face. Jesus, his girl, was probably the most breathtaking woman he had ever known, and it was taking the strength of a hundred men not to lift her up around his waist right now and devour her. It was almost painful to take her hand when every fiber of his body was aching for more.

“Come on.” He entwined her small delicate fingers in his, happier than hell to have her back with him again, and led her proudly to the table. She was the most beautiful woman in the bistro, and he would be damned sure no one else would get a look at her. He wouldn’t be liable for having to endure another guy making a play for her. She would see violence come out of him, probably sending her running for the hills. Emma followed obediently, tightening her hand in his snugly and making him feel like the only thing that mattered r