Damn him! He made it impossible to have any normal conversation. No matter what she said, he came back with something personal, something to set her nerves on edge.
The waitress arrived with his iced tea and her bowl of soup. Walker returned the menu to her and ordered a club sandwich without completely taking his attention from Emma.
"You have a way of keeping me completely off balance," Emma said, half teasing, half serious as the waitress walked away. "Do you know that? You show up at my bar and you look at me like you are now and… Why are you looking at me like that? What do you want?"
"I just got here," Walker pointed out, laughing.
Emma laughed with him. Because of nerves? Because she wanted to jump his bones?
Walker's laughter faded. "I can't take my eyes off you. But if I told you what I wanted, you just might kill yourself on those shoes trying to get out of here."
Fear mixed with excitement, pushed her desire to an exquisite level. Her thighs squeezed together, pressing into the damp cotton of her panties, and her heart raced.
"That depends on what you want." She tried to sound flippant but didn't quite make it. "Do you want me or do you want something from me?"
His lower lip twitched as his eyes searched hers.
"Honestly, both."
It was difficult to breathe. What did he mean both? What did he want from her?
He wanted her.
And she definitely wanted him.
"You make me feel so much that I'd forgotten," he said in a low voice. His hand slid across the table to capture one of hers. Her hand looked tiny in his. The firm stroke of his thumb back and forth across her palm created pleasurable waves that traveled throughout her body. "I want know how it feels to hold you, how you taste. I want to lose myself inside you."