I just stare at him. I mean what the flying fuck am I supposed to say to that? Then I truly look at him and see his hurt. His pain. His lover, mate, wife went off and killed herself and he stood by. I am at a loss, so I say the first thing that pops into my head. "You're the first guy I've been with since Sam." I slap my hand to my mouth, eyes wide, when I realize I just blurted it out.

His mouth drops open. It's his turn to gape at me. He stutters, "Bu...but on the cliffs you said some shit about spreading your legs for guys." He speaks as if I am stupid which kind of annoys me. I remember what the fuck I said dorksicle.

I cross my arms in front of my chest defensively, "I know what I said. I said some crap about coping and I'll admit I tried to fuck Sam out of my system." His eyes go dark with anger. I halfheartedly try to ignore the happy feeling that bubbles up inside me at the thought he might be jealous. I press on, "But it didn't work. I...I couldn't get..." This is embarrassing to all hell. I run my hands through my hair, glaring at the slightly amused look on his face. Cocksucker. "I couldn't get aroused. I was as dry as the Sahara at noontime. I mean, I would try but...how was it going to..." I just stop speaking. I mean what the hell else can I possibly say to top what just spewed out of my mouth.

He says nothing but takes a step closer to me. His hands grab mine, making me almost drop my cute new clutch, and pulls me tight against him. He brings his lips to mine, not kissing me but just rubbing them with his. I whimper, desperate for him already. He chuckles and I bite his lip. He whispers, knowing I can hear him clear as day. "I'm glad." Oh no, this motherfucker's not going all caveman on me. I start to struggle in his grasp but he's too strong. Why did I think it was peachy keen to feed him? "I'm glad I'm the first. I want to be the last Leah." Oh shit, I think my heart just fell out of my body. "I want to be the last man to ever taste you. The last man to ever bury his dick inside that tight pussy you have. Only me, she-wolf. No other."

Okay, I don't mind caveman. I forget how to breathe. How can he say things like that? Doesn't he know those words make me go weak in the knees and drip in other places? Oh, this man does know about the wet part because he has both my wrists in one of his hands and is rubbing me through the dress with the other. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood so I don't beg him to fuck me right now. Right here; damn our, my, dinner reservation to hell. Then he just leans forward and licks my blood off my lip. "Em..."

He says nothing as he uses his tongue to trace along my bottom lip. He knows that he might be stronger but if I really want to get away, I can. I am submitting to him and I don't think he truly understands what that means. I don't fully understand it myself. Then I hear voices and realize we won't be alone for long. I realize we need to talk, not just about Rose, but about what the hell the two us of are doing with one another. Finally, he releases me, taking a step back. It feels like a step away from me until his hand takes one of mine. "Let's go eat. I'll even order so you can eat twice."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, while you don't eat a damn thing."

He smirks at me. "I could always crawl under the table and eat you." My thighs tremble as he laughs. "Oh baby, just say the word and I'll have you cumming before the appetizer hits the table."

I snatch my hand out of his grasp. I huff, "You're a dork." A smile lights up his face. It falters when he sees the serious look upon mine. "We need to talk. About what you just said and I'm not just talking about the little bombshell about Rose. About..." My voice trails off in embarrassment.

I look everywhere but him. He grabs my chin with one of his hands. "About being the first? The last?" I nod, tears filling my eyes. Fuck. I don't want to cry but he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand that him talking like that means he might actually want me. Want me. I don't want to feel hope if there's no point. I don't want to feel these fucking butterflies in my stomach if I'm just some piece of pussy he's using to get over Barbie. Oh, sorry Barbie. He kisses my cheeks. I burn under his touch. He kisses my fucking tears away. I can't help it; I throw my arms around his neck. He lifts me off my feet, murmuring into my hair. "I'm not going anywhere Leah. I'm here."

He lowers me to the ground and I assault his mouth. He growls into mine and I can barely make out the voices of people passing by making snide comments. Oh fuck off. He pulls me taut against him so I can feel how hard he is. For me. I break away, panting. "I don't want to go out to dinner."

His eyes are black but lighten when we both hear my stupid stomach grumble. Okay, so maybe I am a little hungry. He kisses the tip of my nose. "Don't worry baby. We got all night." He pulls out his cell phone and is speaking to the restaurant. Letting them know we're five minutes out and not to give away our table. We walk hand in hand to...oh joy, a steakhouse. He looks at me, "Let's feed the wolf."

About twenty minutes later, I'm snacking on some spicy shrimp waiting for my ribeye steak and his stuffed herbed chicken to arrive. Em just fed me a shrimp. It's cute, romantic and makes me uneasy. I swat his hand away when he tries to feed me another. "Knock it off."

He shakes his head. "You knock it off. I'm feeding you. At least this way I'm touching the food." I hate his logic but open my mouth to accept the scrumptious morsel. It tastes divine. "Hey, here comes your food." The waiter puts the dishes down on the table. He tells us to enjoy. Em booked us a secluded corner but I still feel wary. Then I feel his hand on my knee as he drags my dress up.

I glare at him, "What the hell...ohhh..." My mouth falls open as he drives his icy fingers inside me. Fuck, is he doing to me?

"Eat Leah...fuck you're so wet. Keep eating and I'm going to make you cum. Yeah, baby, just like that. I want to get on my knees and lick you but I think it will just piss you off." His signature smirk is back on his face.

I try my damnedest not to squirm or move but soon I'm shuffling in my seat, riding his fingers. I feel the pressure build until I have to choice but to cum. I want to scream but I can't. Emmett sees my face and shoves his tongue in my mouth to stifle my cry. He then pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. "Now, that's more along the lines of what I want to eat."

I blush. I blush like my name is fucking Isabella Swan. I feel it down to my toes. He cuts a piece of chicken to pop into my mouth. I chew and swallow. He just smiles at me, "That's a good girl." Oh, his ass is so mine later on.