Page 21 of Keeping the Single Dad
I took a step closer. He held perfectly still. It would be so easy to kiss him. Would he stop me? He wanted me no matter his protestations about my age. Did he still think I hadperfect breasts? He’d given my body so much attention: licking, sucking and showering kisses.
My heart pounded in the way it always did before I was about to do something reckless that I’d regret. This was the answer to his question about Melissa. My sister was sensible and considered. She never did stupid impulsive things. Of course it would make sense that I’d pretend to be her. I reached for the zip that ran down the front of my sports bra and undid it slowly. My breasts sprang free.
“What are you doing?” His voice barely broke a whisper. “Put those away.”
“If you’re going to stare. You might as well have a proper look.”
He kept his eyes fixed on mine. His voice was a low murmur. “Anyone could walk in here.”
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
My skin prickled with pleasure as I fondled my nipples, bringing them to hard peaks.
His huge hand flexed, but he pressed his arm flat to his side. He kept his gaze fixed on the sinks. “Cover yourself. Do it now.”
“Or what?” My heart thundered.
Silence swirled, and in it a sensuous thread wove between us. A shadow darkened his face. I was playing around. Anybody could walk in. I didn’t want him to do it, did I? It was just fun to push him and see how he’d react.
His voice held a rough edge. “Put them away.”
“What if I don’t like to do what I’m told?”
“Do it now. It’s not a request.”
“Or what?”
He took a breath. “Or I’m in danger of taking you into that shower and picking up where we left off.” His whisky-eyes locked with mine and his gaze was so galvanizing it sent a tremor through me. “And you don’t want me to do that.”
Heat pooled between my thighs. “Why not?”
“Because this entire building is going to know what’s going on in here.”
“Not if we’re quiet.”
His heated gaze dropped to my breasts. He ran his tongue over his full lower lip and drew a sharp breath. “I can promise you, we won’t be quiet.”
My body flooded with tingling warmth. I wanted him, but only in this moment. This wouldn’t be good for either of us. I didn’t get attached. Nobody ever got a second date, even this gigantic sexy Scotsman. I didn’t break my fun and done rule.
Slowly, I pulled the zip on my bra. I pasted a smirk on my lips. He needed to know this was a game. It didn’t matter to me either way. “Well, you’d better run along. Wouldn’t want to make things…awkward.”
He took a breath and stepped away. A line appeared in his dark brow. He inclined his head and wrapped his huge hand around the door handle.
He shot me a glance. “Tell me the truth. Why pretend to be your sister?”
An unwelcome heat crept into my cheeks. “Would you have taken me to your room if you’d known I was twenty-two?”
“No, but it wouldn’t have mattered to me what you did for a living or what your favorite color is. What is your favorite color, by the way? Not your sister, but you…”
I wouldn’t have answered except his gaze was gentle and understanding. I owed him honesty after all those lies. “Green. The bright kind, when the sun dapples leaves.”
Like Mum’s eyes.
“And your favorite food?”
“Pad Thai. I got addicted to it when I went backpacking.”
“You like to travel?”
