Now face-to-face, only inches apart, she could see every detail of his expression. Her heart pounded wildly, as if it might leap out of her chest. Realizing their closeness, she clenched her jaw and snapped, “Let me go!”
She tried to wriggle free, but her movements only brought her closer to him. Nicholas let out a quiet, restrained groan, making Emily’s face freeze as she instinctively tightened her grip.
“Shameless!” she muttered angrily.
Nicholas’s grip around her waist tightened, pulling her even closer.
“You keep squirming on my lap—if I didn’t react, wouldn’t that make me, well…not a man?” he murmured, a playful gleam in his eyes.
Emily’s face flushed, and she pushed against his chest. “Let me go!”
Nicholas leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. “Are you sure you don’t want to help me with that bath?”
“Don’t!” she protested, pressing her hands firmly against his chest. But he only held her tighter, a sly grin on his face.
“I won’t let go.”