Page 41 of Off Her Game
She grabbed Noah’s hand, stepped into the elevator, and pushed a random floor to make them start going down.
“You can shut your mouth now,” she said as the car started moving.
He snapped his jaw closed and put a hand over his face. “You’re trouble.”
“Do you really have to call Tokyo?” She picked at a hangnail.
“I have to deal with some leftover details from this morning. I didn’t think you wanted to be up there alone.” Now all he could think about was her licking him.
“Thanks.” It came out tight.
As she turned to stare at the doors he examined her profile and the sleek line of her jaw. The memory of her lips against his…nope, those images went right back into an off-limits box in his mind. But, Jesus, she was beautiful.
“Stop it,” she whispered.
“What?”
“That hot and heavy you got coming from over there. We’ve got to figure out how to deal with small spaces. You start something right now and I’m going to lose control. We’ll get caught naked.”
