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he pulled her closer still. “You’re a guest in my hotel and in my home. I want to please you...to gratify your slightest whim.”
It was getting very hard to breathe. The heat from his body melted her synapses, making it impossible to think logically. “I think I read that line from a brochure in my room. Don’t oversell the hospitality thing. Zagat won’t revoke one of your stars.”
He sifted his fingers through her hair. The sensation as his fingertips brushed the skin at her nape was pure pleasure.
“You’re a bit of a smart-ass, aren’t you?”
He didn’t appear to mind. If anything her puny resistance had stiffened his resolve. The terrible double entendre, though thank God she didn’t say it out loud, sent hysterical laughter bubbling up in her throat. She couldn’t quite say when he had managed to pin her body between his big, masculine frame and the refrigerator. Her resistance was crumbling like day-old bread.
“I booked a six-week reservation,” she pointed out, panting as he nipped the side of her neck with sharp teeth. “Perhaps we should weigh our options.”
Now, his tongue teased the corner of her lips. His breath was warm on her cheek. “How many of our options include my taking you to bed?”
Her knees wobbled. She had started this madness with her flirty question in the garden. And if she were willing to be seduced? Liam couldn’t be blamed for thinking she was willing and eager to get naked. And she was...sort of....
But in the moonlit dark, with fragrance all around and romance in the air, a woman could understandably rush a few fences. Now she was having second thoughts. And third and fourth.
Caution and common sense came uninvited to the party. If she let this go any farther, Liam would eventually expect to know things about her. Things she wasn’t prepared to share. She sighed, arching her neck to give him access to the erogenous zone behind her ear. “Will you think me horribly gauche if I tell you I’ve changed my mind?” The man had not even kissed her yet, and her stomach was cavorting like a carnival goer on the Tilt-a-Whirl.
She both heard and felt his incredulous groan.
“Not gauche,” he grumbled. “Merely frustrating.”
Cupping his cheeks in her hands, she petted him like a baby. “Don’t be mad, Liam. You should take it as a compliment that you made me lose my senses. I’m rarely so susceptible to blatant romance.”
He released her and backed up twelve inches. Bits of his hair stood on end where she had raked his scalp with her fingers. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils dilated. She wasn’t even going to acknowledge the way his trousers tented.
Pressing the heels of his hands against his temples, he squeezed his eyes shut. “No sex. I get it.”
“No sex, now, ” she clarified pedantically, not wanting to block the way for future opportunity.
His lashes flew open, his expression fierce as he jammed his hands in his pockets, no doubt to keep from throttling her. “Is kissing on the table? Really long, hot, make-us-both-so-crazy-we’ll-never-sleep kisses?”
Licking her lips, she tucked her hands behind her back, her fingertips resting against the cool flat surface of the appliance that was currently holding her upright. What could it hurt? “Of course,” she said, as if his question was the most ordinary thing in the world. “Shall I go first?”
Six
L iam knew in that instant that he was either a masochist or the luckiest bastard in the world. And for the moment, he didn’t give a damn if Zoe had more secrets than the Sphinx. He cleared his throat. “I’d be delighted for you to go first, Zoe. Be my guest.”
She regarded him with big blue eyes, as solemn as a child being offered a treat for good behavior. “I haven’t kissed a man in over a year.”
“Is that a euphemism for something?”
She shook her head. “No. That other thing you’re thinking of is more like a four- year dry spell.”
“I see.” Was she playing
It was getting very hard to breathe. The heat from his body melted her synapses, making it impossible to think logically. “I think I read that line from a brochure in my room. Don’t oversell the hospitality thing. Zagat won’t revoke one of your stars.”
He sifted his fingers through her hair. The sensation as his fingertips brushed the skin at her nape was pure pleasure.
“You’re a bit of a smart-ass, aren’t you?”
He didn’t appear to mind. If anything her puny resistance had stiffened his resolve. The terrible double entendre, though thank God she didn’t say it out loud, sent hysterical laughter bubbling up in her throat. She couldn’t quite say when he had managed to pin her body between his big, masculine frame and the refrigerator. Her resistance was crumbling like day-old bread.
“I booked a six-week reservation,” she pointed out, panting as he nipped the side of her neck with sharp teeth. “Perhaps we should weigh our options.”
Now, his tongue teased the corner of her lips. His breath was warm on her cheek. “How many of our options include my taking you to bed?”
Her knees wobbled. She had started this madness with her flirty question in the garden. And if she were willing to be seduced? Liam couldn’t be blamed for thinking she was willing and eager to get naked. And she was...sort of....
But in the moonlit dark, with fragrance all around and romance in the air, a woman could understandably rush a few fences. Now she was having second thoughts. And third and fourth.
Caution and common sense came uninvited to the party. If she let this go any farther, Liam would eventually expect to know things about her. Things she wasn’t prepared to share. She sighed, arching her neck to give him access to the erogenous zone behind her ear. “Will you think me horribly gauche if I tell you I’ve changed my mind?” The man had not even kissed her yet, and her stomach was cavorting like a carnival goer on the Tilt-a-Whirl.
She both heard and felt his incredulous groan.
“Not gauche,” he grumbled. “Merely frustrating.”
Cupping his cheeks in her hands, she petted him like a baby. “Don’t be mad, Liam. You should take it as a compliment that you made me lose my senses. I’m rarely so susceptible to blatant romance.”
He released her and backed up twelve inches. Bits of his hair stood on end where she had raked his scalp with her fingers. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils dilated. She wasn’t even going to acknowledge the way his trousers tented.
Pressing the heels of his hands against his temples, he squeezed his eyes shut. “No sex. I get it.”
“No sex, now, ” she clarified pedantically, not wanting to block the way for future opportunity.
His lashes flew open, his expression fierce as he jammed his hands in his pockets, no doubt to keep from throttling her. “Is kissing on the table? Really long, hot, make-us-both-so-crazy-we’ll-never-sleep kisses?”
Licking her lips, she tucked her hands behind her back, her fingertips resting against the cool flat surface of the appliance that was currently holding her upright. What could it hurt? “Of course,” she said, as if his question was the most ordinary thing in the world. “Shall I go first?”
Six
L iam knew in that instant that he was either a masochist or the luckiest bastard in the world. And for the moment, he didn’t give a damn if Zoe had more secrets than the Sphinx. He cleared his throat. “I’d be delighted for you to go first, Zoe. Be my guest.”
She regarded him with big blue eyes, as solemn as a child being offered a treat for good behavior. “I haven’t kissed a man in over a year.”
“Is that a euphemism for something?”
She shook her head. “No. That other thing you’re thinking of is more like a four- year dry spell.”
“I see.” Was she playing
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