Page 101 of Fraud
“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore. Are you?” he asked.
I shook my head, feeling that familiar spark that always seemed to ignite when he was around.
I’d felt it from the first moment I met him, seeing him standing next to me in the crowd. I hadn’t expected anything.
I never did.
Maybe that was why I was supposed to write those books. Maybe this was why Laura Stone had been created.
To show me how to finally live.
I expected it to be an explosion, like before, one of us reaching for the other in a lust-induced haze. But it wasn’t.
I watched as Killian’s eyes roamed every inch of my skin, as if he were memorizing it. He took his time, making the anticipation burn deep in my belly.
“I think my hands shook for a moment last night,” he said, reaching out to stroke my cheek. “I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Not even when it was my first time.”
“Were you nervous?” I asked, leaning into the warmth of his touch.
“No. I knew how to take care of you.” He smiled. “But it required some restraint on my side. At least, at first.”
“Restraint?”
“Seeing you sprawled out, naked, beneath me had me nearly coming in my jeans.”
My lips pressed together as I tried to push away the embarrassment that was threatening its way up my face.
“Is that why you asked if I was sore?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“And?”
He grinned, leaning in close. I could feel his hot breath and stormy eyes as they stared into me.
“I think, if walking is a primary part of your job, you might want to call in sick tomorrow.”
The scared-of-everything old me would have gulped.
The exciting new me was picturing a lasso twirling above my head as he tossed me over his shoulder.
Yee-haw!
I did a bad thing today.
Okay, I did several bad things today.
But the rest of them were actually good.
Like, so good.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into calling in sick!” I groaned over the coffee pot.
The sun was well into the sky, pushing the acceptable time for morning coffee.
But I was tired.
Blissfully tired.
