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doing to her and obviously wanted to do to her.
    “I have a room here,” he growled against her lips. Before she could answer, he launched a new assault on her mouth. “You need to be fucked.”
    “I do.” She croaked hoarsely, grateful for the liquid courage she’d consumed. Part of her wanted to run, but the other part recalled the teasing she’d endured all these years for being little Miss Perfect. She hated being perfect.
    She could feel his erection as he rubbed that sweet spot between her legs. She heard a throaty moan and realized it came from her. Sliding her off his lap, he stood and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly as if he feared she might bolt any second. He didn’t know how close to the truth that actually was.
    “Let’s go,” he said gruffly with urgency in his voice.
    “Let her go now,” interrupted an angry voice from behind them.
    The biker spun around, still holding her hand. Emma blinked several times, certain the wine was messing with her mind.
    “Tanner?” she uttered, feeling as if this entire scene couldn’t be happening to her.
    He shot her a quick glance and grabbed her arm, yanking her none too gently away from the stunned stranger. Tanner glowered with recrimination, reminding her way too much of Izzy’s stern expression when Bella screwed up.
    “Who the fuck are you?” the biker stood up straighter, his hands in fists.
    “I’m a friend of the family,” Tanner countered, one hand holding Emma’s, legs spread apart, as he looked the man up and down. A slow smirk crossed Tanner’s face.
    “Well, get lost.” The biker shot back with false bravado, frowning as he noticed Tanner’s buddies flanking him.
    The man glanced from Emma to the large, imposing group and back again. “Stupid bitch,” he growled, turned on his heel, and left.
    “Why did you do that?” Emma turned on Tanner, vibrating with fury and indignation. She yanked her hand out of his grasp. He’d treated her like a child who needed rescuing, and she hated that.
    “Because you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing,” Tanner countered smugly, arms crossed over his broad chest.
    “Says who?” Emma was so sick of people always telling her what to do. She didn’t need a protector or meddler. Nor did she need a spy who’d tell Izzy everything.
    “I do. I’m taking you home.”
    Tanner shot a look at his cohorts. Turning back to her, he put an arm around her waist and led her from the bar. Emma leaned into him, suddenly feeling the effects of the alcohol she’d drank.
    He lifted Emma into his truck, and she giggled at his hands on her ass. She’d dreamed of this moment for a long time. Sitting her firmly in the passenger seat, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. Emboldened by the alcohol and the man, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his.
    His big body went absolutely still. If she’d been sober, she’d have been appalled at his reaction, but she wasn’t sober, and she wasn’t going to be boring, predictable Emma. Not tonight.
    “Emma,” he said as he drew back, his voice harsh. “Stop it.”
    “Why? You aren’t afraid of Izzy or Cooper or Isaac, are you?” Her challenge hit the bull’s-eye. She could tell by his darkening gaze, and the rigid set of his jaw.
    “No,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “I am not.”
    “You don’t want me?” she pouted, and rubbed her breasts against his muscular arm.
    He made a choking sound. She took that as a good sign.
    “Emma.” He sounded almost pleading, his voice strained and his green eyes smoldering with what even with her limited experience she knew to be lust.
    Yeah, he wanted her, as much as she wanted him. Emma tugged down her tight shirt, revealing the sexy pink bra she’d bought just yesterday. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he licked his lips.
    “Emma,” he groaned.
    “Yes?” she smiled, pleased with herself.
    “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
    “I know