Page 105 of Into These Eyes
I lean in closer. Then hesitate. If my lips touch her skin, I’ll lose the control I’m desperately trying to maintain.
Instead, I move my lips as close to the shell of her ear as I dare. “Told you I’d get your heart pounding,” I whisper, remembering the stunt she pulled in the car and my promise to get even.
“Mission accomplished,” she murmurs, every ragged exhale cooling against my ear, sending shockwaves right through my body.
I pull back enough until our eyes lock. She’s smiling, and I grin back, the look on her face confirming I’m not in this alone.
Spurred on, I follow the curve of her underwire with the pad of my thumb, sweeping it slowly up the side of her breast.
Apingsounds from somewhere below my chin.
God-fucking-dammit.
Her smile slips.
Game over.
Almost.
Slowly, I brush my knuckles over her clavicle, lingering a moment before my fingers dip beneath the neckline of her dress and withdraw the phone from her bra.
But I don’t move away. Neither does she.
“What did I tell you about putting electronics near your … breasts?” I ask, handing over her phone.
Her thumb trembles as she unlocks it, then slips it into my waiting hand. “I think you said my delicate bits,” she corrects.
My eyes meet that cheeky look of hers, then drop to the hard nipples pressing against the thin material of her dress. “Maybe I should’ve saidsensitivebits.”
Christ, what I wouldn’t give to see them, touch them, draw them into my mouth.
Trying to get a grip, I swipe her phone screen with my thumb, find the Uber app and open it.
“Are you going to work, or court?”
“Work first,” she says, her voice soft and breathy.So fucking sexy.
I select her work address and wait a few moments before I accept a ride, turn off the screen and pass it back to her.
“It’ll be here in four minutes.”
She stares up at me, blinking slowly. “Thank you.”
“You’re thanking me again?”
Reaching out, she gives my bicep an affectionate squeeze. “Yeah. For giving a damn.” Her fingertips slide down my bare forearm, leaving a burning trail of fire behind. “It feels nice.”
Touching me, or the way I look out for her? Both? There hasn’t been a day in her presence when she hasn’t touched me. That’s why I missed it so much when I thought she’d left. Because my day doesn’t start until I feel her on my skin.
She stares up at me, as if waiting for me to tell her what to do next.
What I want, is to kiss her fucking senseless. But she’s all done up for work and that lipstick won’t stand a chance of staying in place. Not against the type of kiss I want to give her. Plus, her ride will be here in a few minutes. And she’s exhausted. I’ve already taken advantage of her state of mind. Taken it way too far. I’m not going further, no matter how much my body’s screaming for it.
When I kiss her, I want time to savour her, devour her, ravish her. I want her fully present.
Pushing away from the wall, I take a step back and watch her gaze instantly snap down to my erection. I won’t apologise or try to hide from her. Iwanther to see what she does to me.
“You’d better get your stuff out of your car,” I tell her before I lose control. She moves immediately, that sexy arse disappearing into the laundry far too soon.
