“That’s not what I was asking,” Emma quipped in a husky tone.
She was just about to reach to find out when Astoria made her demand. Her hand stopped and hovered where it was. Her gaze, which had been cast down to, remained fixed for a few moments.
Slowly, Emma looked up with a smirk on her face. “Pardon moi?” Was she serious? Emma was tempted to just shag her rotten right there. Her lips twisted as she pondered what to do.
Willing to play along, for now, Emma hopped back up onto the sill. Letting her shoes drop off, she took one foot and pushed it between Asotria’s legs. “If I can’t tell ‘ow excited you are, I will be using my hand,” she warned.