The Forbidden Throb (Emma and Daniel) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

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The touch was feather light, exploratory. She traced the line to my mouth with singular focus, as if coming she so many

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wrist with each movement

My throat worked involuntarily.

The sensation of her finger against my lips sent electricity straighd down my spine, peeding, low in my stomach 1 gripped the

enough that my knuckles werd white

Emma. Her name came out strangled. You need to

Shh Her finger moved from my lips to trace along my jaw, following the line up toward my ear The tomath left trails of

You’re so tense,

Because you’re touching me like this and I’m burely holding on.

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Boral perfume she d put on.

tered charn, and I noticed the slight sheen of perspiration at her temples the way her hair today Tube

uncundortable, overheated in the climate controlled cabin

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movement was careful, controlled.

She jerked back.

“No.” Her hands flew up to clutch the jacket closed, eyes suddenly wary despite the alcohol haze. ‘I can’t,’

The rejection stung more than it should have. I dropped my hands immediately, giving her space.

‘Emma-

“This isn’t for you to see.” She pressed back into her seat, creating distance between us. Her voice carried a note of determination that cut

through the slurred edges. “I wore this… for him. Not you.”

The words hit like a physical blow.

The cabin’s entertainment screen chose that moment to switch to the flight path display, its cold white light illuminating the space between

In that harsh glow, Emma’s expression was serious, almost stubborn.

Something in my chest cracked.

Him.

I forced myself to lean back. “Who is him?”

My voice came out flat, clinical. The same tone I used to deliver difficult diagnoses.

Emma tilted her head, studying me with unfocused eyes.

Her fingers had found the amethyst bracelet, turning it absently around her wrist.

The silence stretched. Outside the window, clouds drifted past like ghosts.

“It’s my husband.

The words came so simply, so matter-of-factly, that for a moment they didn’t register.

Then Emma smiled-actually smiled-her eyes lighting up with something that looked almost mischievous.

She leaned forward, closing the space between us again, and I could see the individual flecks of gold in her blue-green irises.

“Do you know him?” She was confiding a secret, her voice dropping to a whisper. His name is Daniel Prescott. He’s a brilliant… brilhant… brilliant cardiac surgeon.”

The world stopped.

Every axis of my carefully controlled existence tilted on its head. The dark cloud that had been gathering in my chest dissipated like smoke,

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replaced by something so overwhelming I couldn’t name it.

I couldnt speak. Couldn’t move.

My cardiovascular system had gone from one kind of chaos to another-from the leaden weight of jealousy to an adrenaline spike that made

my previous reaction look like a warmup.

Emma’s hand came up to cup my face, her touch impossibly gentle. She traced my eyebrow with her thumb, following the arch down to my temple, then lower to my eyelid when I reflexively closed my eyes.

“You look so much like him,’ she murmured, and I felt her breath ghost across my cheek.

She leaned back slightly, studying me with an intensity that made my skin burn.

‘You look exactly like him.”

Oh, Emma.

The sweetness of it nearly undid me

And she didn’t even realize she was confessing.

“Can I show you?’ Her hands moved to the jacket’s zipper, fingers fumbling slightly with the pull. “Just… just a quick look.”

Emma-

My voice cracked.

“Then can you tell me… She bit her lower lip, suddenly uncertain. “If you think he’ll like it?”

He’ll love it. He already loves everything about you.

The zipper came down slowly, revealing what she’d been hiding.

The emerald dress underneath was simpler than I’d expected-thin straps over delicate collarbones, a sweetheart neckline that dipped just low enough to be devastating.

The fabric clung to her waist before falling in soft pleats, and a subtle shit along one thigh showed a flash of pale skin with each movement.

I’d seen this dress before.

That night she’d made dinner, the way she’d been so carefully dressed when I came home. She’d been wearing this exact dress, had stood in my kitchen, and I’d…

I’d kept my gaze carefully above her shoulders. Had focused on her face, her words, anything but the way that green fabric had moved when she reached for the wine glasses.

Now, with Emma in my lap and no escape route available.

Look at me.

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Emma’s hand pressed against my chest as she shifted closer until she was straddling my thigh. The position was intimate beyond anything we’d

shared before.

Do you think he will like it?”

Her breath ghosted across my ear, carrying the sweetness of strawberries and cream.

nds moved of their own

ough it. He will.”

on her waist to steady her. The fabric was cool and smooth under my palms, her warmth

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