Of Course I Can't

My hand shaking slightly I reached out and touched the back of Emma's leg. I slowly ran my trembling fingers up her thigh, until the palm of my hand rested on her peach like cheek.

Emma froze, bent over before me, holding the book that I had dropped.

"What are you doing?" her voice was quiet, shocked, but strangely intense.

I ran my hand down now, between her legs, to her crotch, cupping her vulva in my hand. It was warm, and wet down there - my attentions had obviously turned her on, and my heart skipped a beat. Surely she didn't feel the same way that I did?