Emily's POV: I tried to wiggle out of his searing grip, giving all the hints to him that he was practically squishing my very innocent female parts against his aristocratic male parts, tempting me to do not so innocent things with him. Edward was pressing me to his side, his large sculptured hands were encircled around my waist firmly and I couldn't help but feel how perfect his hands fit my generous figure. And then I started thinking about how his hands would feel against my chest. Would they be able to cover them up? Maybe his hands were bigger