Emerson just stood in the doorway, his mind racing to process the words that she was saying to him. It was as though she knew that he'd have his reservations considering that she technically belonged to him now, like she knew him better than he'd thought she would after their short time together. More than just the sensual pull of her overwhelmed him, and it took time for his feet to work again. He didn't answer with words, not at first, and made his way toward the bed, his cane forgotten on the floor as he closed the bedroom door and locked it definitively. He sat down on the bed, reaching out to just touch his hand to her cheek, eyes drinking in the sight of her greedily before words returned to him.
"I... You know you're probably the first girl who's rendered me speechless," he admitted, his voice somehow hoarse in spite of having rested for some time before their current encounter. Unable to help himself, he slipped a hand around her waist, drawing her closer to him as he crushed his lips against hers.