on a tiny bit of mascara and lipstick. The outfit she wore wasn’t blatantly sexy, but it hugged her body in all the right places.
A knock sounded from the front door and Emma jumped, pressing her hand to her heart. Her pulse began to race as she approached the door, and for a moment, she felt light-headed and dizzy. She drew a few deep breaths, then pasted a smile on her face. Emma reached for the door handle and swung it open. Mac stood outside, another bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand.
“Hi, there,” he said with a wide grin. “You look great.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. “So do you.”
Emma’s hand trembled as she reached for the flowers. His hand brushed against hers. The touch was enough to send a shock wave coursing through her body and when he grabbed hold of her fingers, her pulse leaped.
For a long moment they stood frozen, neither one of them ready to move. But then, Emma groaned softly and threw herself into his arms. They stumbled inside the house, her lips searching for his before settling in to a deeply passionate kiss.
This wasn’t the way things were supposed to begin. But as his tongue tasted the warm depths of her mouth, she forgot all about her plans and decided to surrender herself to fate.
His hands spanned her waist as Mac pressed her against the wall, his hips meeting hers. The control had suddenly shifted. Emma had never been kissed like this, with such single-minded desire and such overwhelming passion. It was as if he’d lost the capacity to think and was operating only on sexual instinct.
Her heart pounded out a quick rhythm. She tried to catch her breath and when she couldn’t, she stepped back, gasping, her face flushed with warmth. “Sorry,” she said in a shaky tone.
Mac pressed his forehead against hers. “Is everything all right?”
Emma shook her head. She felt as if she was about to pass out. “No, it’s not. I don’t think I can do this.”
“Kiss me?”
“All of it,” she said, throwing her arms into the air. She walked across the room, putting a safe distance between them. “I thought it would be easy. But it’s always just looming on the horizon, this huge, black cloud that at any moment is going to surround me and smother me with guilt and shame and—”
“What are you talking about?” Mac asked.
Emma began laughing and suddenly she couldn’t stop. Why was this so difficult? Women lost their virginities every day. And yet the longer she held on to hers, the more it seemed to define her.
“Are you all right?”
It was one of those laughing fits that left her gasping and crying at the same time. She grabbed a quick breath. “It’s just—you’re going to hear this anyway if you haven’t already and maybe it best that I just said it up front.”
“Say what? That you’re a virgin?”
“I’m a virgin,” Emma shouted, throwing her arms out. She snapped her mouth shut and stared at him. “You knew?” She pressed her fingertips to her lips and waited for the humiliation to pass. She hadn’t meant to just blurt it out, but it was like an embarrassing medical condition. There was just no way to work it into the conversation.
“Yeah, I heard something about it,” he said.
Emma took a ragged breath. “I wanted you to understand. I mean, it’s best to be honest and I—”
“And you assumed I’d expect the evening to end in bed?”
“I was hoping it would,” she said. “At least that’s how I wanted to feel. But then, that kiss just—wow! I mean, my life flashed before my eyes and I couldn’t think. Or maybe I couldn’t stop thinking. I don’t know. I’m so confused.”
He frowned, then shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
She turned away from him and began to pace, following a short track across the living room. “I want to be completely up front with you. I don’t really care about dinner or talking about the book or going to see the play. I was just really hoping that you’d find me attractive enough to seduce at the end of the evening.”
“I do find you very attractive,” he murmured, reaching out to grab her hand. He pulled her back toward him, then rested his hands on her hips. “And seducing you has been on my mind a lot.”
“Before or after you found out I was a virgin?” He paused before answering and she could see the truth in his eyes. “I get it. It’s a big deal. Huge.”
“It’s just that your first time is supposed to be special,” Mac explained. “Especially if you’ve waited this long for it to happen.”
“And you can’t make it special?”
“Sure I could. But you’ll want more than a quick fix.”
“No, no, no,” Emma said, shaking her head. “I don’t want a boyfriend or a fiancé. I just want sex.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “Maybe we should call an end to this now, before I make a complete fool of myself.”
He took her hand and pulled her over to the sofa, tugging her down to sit beside him. “What do you want to do, Emma? Right now.”
“I want to crawl under a rock and stay there until you forget this whole conversation,” she said.
“That’s not necessary. Let’s put aside all the talk about the...the deflowering.”
Emma groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Oh, don’t call it that. I don’t have flowers down there that need to be picked.”
“What am I supposed to call it?”
“I don’t know. Call it...call it, the task at hand.”
“Are you interested in someone who will simply complete the task at hand, or do you want more?”
“Just the task,” she said. “Nothing more.”
“No romance, no dating, no dinner and a movie?”
Emma shook her head. “Just the task.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
“You’ve given me a lot to consider. I guess I’ll let you know.”
“You have to consider it? I thought men were able to just do it.” She drew a ragged breath. “Is it because you don’t find me attractive?”
Didn’t all single men love sex? And she’d assumed they weren’t very discriminating about where they got it. Was her offer that repulsive to him?
He chuckled. “No. I find you incredibly attractive, as I mentioned at the beginning.”
“Then why don’t you want to—do the task?”
He paused, as if to collect his thoughts. “Emma, you’re the kind of woman who deserves the best in life. You deserve so much more than I can give you.”
“You can’t give me a single night of mind-blowing sex? Because that’s really all I want. Just one night.”
“One night,” Mac murmured. “All right, I’ll get back to you. I promise.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked to the front door. But Emma couldn’t leave it at that. She ran after him and grabbed his arm. “You think I’m crazy, don’t you? That’s it.”
He shook his head. “No, I think you’ve taken a very sensible approach to your problem.”
“Exactly. It’s sensible. I’m Emma, the virgin librarian. You’re Mac, the handsome, itinerant pilot. It makes perfect sense.”
“Does it? I mean, what are you going to do after it’s finished? It’s kind of a life-changing