Page 41 of Crossing the Line
Her hand against his side, her fingertips against his ribs, her breasts trapped between them.
Yeah, he was in trouble.
He felt her catch her breath when her legs shifted.
He knew what that was about.
He wasn't all that big when it came to size normally, but under the right circumstances?
There was no mistaking his interest.
And this?
He knew she felt him hard against her hip.
He knew the sound of her breaths.
The stillness against him also told him that she was now wide awake.
"Bixby?"
He cleared his throat softly, but even that subtle movement only managed to bring them closer together.
And not in a sentimental way.
"You do know where your hand is, right?"
He'd meant it as a warning, to give her the chance to take her hand away from his side and give them both the chance to back things up.
They hadn't been this close in... years.
Since before the divorce.
When she moved it wasn't to move away from him.
She curled her fingers, tracing her short cut nails across the sensitive skin along his side.
Bixby blew out a breath but instead of calming his feelings it only ended up making her touch that much more.
"Janice?"
She shifted against him and the movement of her body against his felt... sensuous.
Delicious.
And he knew that he didn't want her to get up and move away, but he had to give her that opportunity.
"Babe?"
She stilled against him.
Then she moved again, lifting her head so that they could look right at each other, he felt his whole body stand up at attention.
He knew she felt it, too.
He heard her soft intake of breath and saw the way she bit into her bottom lip.
He'd always loved her lips.
