Chapter 10

Emily finished work early and went home to change. She wasn't going to the cinema in a suit.

She put on a nice top and a pair of tight jeans she knew Mick would like. They showed off her ass.

She grabbed her bag and her phone and walked out the door. She could walk to the cinema. It was near.

She arrived 15 minutes before the movie started. She scanned the crowd hoping to see him waiting for her. Then suddenly she felt breath on her neck and nearly jumped.

''Hello beautiful,'' Mick breathed.

''You frightened me you bastard!'' exclaimed Emily hitting him with her bag.

''I hop your gun's not in that.''

''It's not.''

''Good, because that would have hurt`.''

''Ya ya, so what movie?''

''You pick.''

''Ugh, JJ told me to go for a drama...''

''Don't listen to JJ. Make up your own mind.''

''Ya, you're right. How about that one?''she asked pointing to a psychological thriller type movie.

''That's supposed to be scary Emily.''

''Aww afraid it's gonna scare you?'' Emily teased.

''No, it's just that I was wondering about you, that's all.''

''Sure, you buy the tickets and I'll get the popcorn. What drink do you want?''

''Surprise me.''

Five minutes later, they regrouped outside the door to the screen.

''Mountain Dew. How'd you know?''

''I was getting it myself so I ordered it for you too.''

''We have so much in common.''

They handed their tickets to the usher and went in. They sat in the centre of the theatre not the back as Mick had hoped. He didn't complain though.

The film wasn't that scary. It had a lot of blood but that didn't scare Emily. She saw it everyday. But she did put her head on his shoulder at one point and he responded by moving his shoulder to make her more comfortable.

At the end of the movie, he drove her home as he brought his car. Well, his motorbike.

''A motorbike. I should have known.''

''How?''

''All the leather you wear,'' she stated indicating his jacket.

''I only use it sometimes. I have a car too.''

''Let me guess. You brought it out to impress me.''

''That depends. Did it?''

''Impress me? No.''

''Then no, car was out of petrol.''

''I believe you,'' she joked.

Mick climbed on the bike, and beckoned for her to follow.

''Come on.''

''Ok.''

She hesitated, but got on, reluctantly.

''Ever been on a bike before?'' he asked, starting the bike up.

''Eh..not in a while.''

''Let me guess, rebelling against your parents.''

''Yep.''

Although she had a helmet on, she could still feel the wind in her hair. It was exhilarating, and it brought back memeories. It was cold though, and the winter chill bit at her fingers. Mick was ok, he had his biker gloves, but she had nothing. She huddled closer to him for warmth.

After the short drive to her apartment building, Mick got off the bike and offered to walk her up. He gave his only helmet to Emily and his hair was windswept making him look very sexy. His tight leather biker jacket huuged his muscular chest perfectly, and adding to the hair made him look very masculine. The fact he was looking at her with smoldering eyes just added to his sex appeal.

''What floor are you on again?''

''Eight.''

He pressed the button for her and turned and faced her. He pulled her close to him and kissed her.

''I've been waiting to do that for a long time.''

''A few hours too much for you?''

''Way too much,'' he answered and leaned in for another kiss. Emily didn't fight it.

The elevator stopped at her floor.

''Aw come on,'' Mick groaned, disappointed that his time with Emily was over.

''You can come in you know,'' said Emily, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and tugging him along.

When they reached her door she turned and said ''No sex though.''

''Alright,'' Mick pretended to sigh.

Laughing, Emily turned the key and let them in.

''Your apartment always smells nice.''

''Ok, random thing to say but thanks,'' Emily smiled.

''I'm serious it does, or maybe it's just you,'' he breathed grabbing her and giving her a longer, deeper kiss.

When they finally broke apart Emily asked him ''Why can't you stop kissing me?''

''I don't know, I'm addicted,'' and he went for another kiss.

''Ok, stop. I like to talk too you know.''

''Alright, I'll control myself,'' Mick grinned, taking off his jacket.

''Want a drink?''

''Yes, please. I'm parched.''

''No alcohol though. We wouldn't want you falling off your bike now, would we?'' teased Emily throwing him a can of soda.

''No we wouldn't,'' Mick answered opening his can. Being airborne had shaken up the contents of his can and when he opened it, soda flew everywhere soaking him and Emily's floor.

''Oh God Mick, I'm sorry!''

''Heh, it's ok! I'll clean up.''

''No you don't have to, I'll do it.''

''No, I'll do it ok? Now sit down and relax.''

''Ok, she agreed, plonking down on her couch.

''Right, that's done.''

''Hmm, not bad,'' she admitted inspecting the floor.'' But you missed a spot.''

''What! No I didn't'' he spluttered before noticing Emily's smirk and getting the joke. ''Oh.''

''Now, what are we going to do with your shirt? It's soaked.''

''Eh, it's fine.''

''No it's not. Ifyou go out in it you'll be frozen.''

''Then I just won't go out.''

''You're not staying here. I think I have something that might fit you upstairs,'' she notified, taking his hand and leading him upstairs.

''Usually when a girl leads me upstairs it's to have sex, not change my shirt.

She ignored that and lead the way into her walk-in closet.

''Wow, this is huge.''

''Thanks.''

Emily began shuffling through her clothes, hoping to find something that would fit him. Eventually she found an old pyjama top that stretched in the wash.

''Here,''she said tossing him the shirt,''Try that on.''

''Tes ma'am,'' he obeyed and took off his shirt. Emily marveled at his bare chest. He had a six-pack. Nice. He wasn't as muscly as Morgan but it was still very impressive.

He caught her staring. ''Like it?''

''What?'' she babbled, snapping back to her senses.

''I said,''he repeated walking closer to her,'' Do you like it?''

''It's uhh.. very nice,'' she muttered avoiding eye contact and seeing the only place she could look was at his chest. He had her trapped.

He grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. Now she was truly trapped.

''You can touch if you want.''

''I don't.''

''Aw come on Em, you know you want to,'' he breathed and started kissing her neck. ''I'm letting you.''

''And I'm politely declining,'' she assured and pushed him away.

He forced himself back and began kissing her neck again. She found herself enjoying the attention and let him this time.

Then suddenly, he grabbed her hand in a firm grip and placed it on his chest. It felt hard and masculine and she began stroking and caressing his chest. His hands moved to her waist and moved his mouth to hers. Soon, they were embroiled in a passionate kiss.

Hands moving like mad, they staggered over to the edge of the bed and collapsed on top of it. Emily was thoroughly enjoying herself, she hadn't kissed anyone like this in years. She hadn't felt this passion in years.

Mick's hands began moving slowly downwards and eventually found her belt buckle. Not realising what he was doing until too late, Emily shifted her weight. But he already had it open. God, he was fast.

He then began unbuttoning her jeans. She moved so he couldn't reach the zip but he always ended up finding it. It was like there was a tracker in his fingers.

In the end she grabbed his hand and prevented him from making any more progress.

''Sorry, he breathed between sighs, ''I got carried away.''

''It's ok,'' and she stopped talking, letting her emotions win and giving everything to the kiss.