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cabinet, naked from the waist up, drinking a glass of water.
His eyes widened.
Shiloh sighed and lowered her weapon. “What are you doing?”
He gave her a crooked grin. “What does it look like? I’m having a glass of water.”
Clearly, he’d been prowling around her apartment and she didn’t like it. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
He took another leisurely drink. “I don’t know. Your floor’s hard to sleep on?”
“Is that a question?” She was annoyed with him.
His gaze left her face, traveling downward, jogging her memory as to what she was wearing—a small, gray DNS T-shirt, revealing her belly. And a pair of matching skivvies.
Nicholas’ blue eyes softened.
Shiloh’s stomach did a backward somersault.
He extended the glass to her. “Do you want a drink?”
Shiloh licked her lips and ran the question over in her mind. Oh yeah. She wanted a drink, all right. A drink of his lips. A taste of his tongue. A brush of his chest against hers. And most of all, a feel of his cock deep inside her as he moaned her name in ecstasy .
Oh God. What was she thinking?
An intense heat washed over her face as she stared into his eyes.
He wanted her too. But if they acted on their desire, what would happen afterwards?
Would he be disappointed? It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and even then, they’d never come back for more. She wasn’t good in bed. She didn’t know what a man wanted her to be. Submissive? Domineering? Did they want a woman in control of every kiss—every caress? Or did they want to take the lead? She had no idea, and was too afraid to ask. But she couldn’t just stand here and gawk all day, allowing him to do the same. She had to say something…
But what !
Nick couldn’t stop staring at Shiloh’s legs. Damn . They were long and lean—leggy enough to wrap around him, with some to spare. What an image that was. Her stomach was flat. She had a cute little innie bellybutton he could see himself exploring with his tongue. Her hips were narrow, almost colt like, but her breasts were large and firm, the nipples jutting out under the thin T-shirt she wore.
Nick swallowed, his control slipping––especially when her eyes seemed to devour him. Did she want him? It sure as hell looked like it. Even if she did, she was his boss, and sleeping with her would be against DNS policy—against his better judgment, too. Besides, they could hardly stand each other. Probably wouldn’t be any good. Probably wouldn’t satisfy either of them. Not a good start for any relationship.
A relationship ? Where did that come from? That was the last thing he wanted. The idea was preposterous. Then again, maybe they could just have sex—the down and dirty kind. But then what? They’d meet in the elevator at the agency days later and smile––remembering?
What if the sexual experience wasn’t all that great? What if he couldn’t please her? The way she acted, she was most likely frigid.
Sweat beaded his upper lip. He’d never run into a woman he couldn’t satisfy before, but he’d never met anyone like Shiloh Templar either. A woman obviously had issues concerning men.
Why not just kiss her and see where it goes ?
“Does your offer still stand?” Her question drew his attention back to her.
“What’s that?”
“The one you made at the hospital.” Her eyes reminded him of a rain-soaked forest. She chewed on her bottom lip.
“Could you refresh my memory? I was drugged. It’s a little hazy.”
“You offered your services. What do you think? Are you up for it?”
Nick’s reserve crumbled. She was asking him to make love to her, and frankly he’d be a fool to turn her down. “I’m getting there, just give me a second. To hell with company policy or common sense for that matter. He wanted her. Really wanted her.
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
Her eyes darkened to a deep emerald. “What do you want to see?”
“Whatever you
His eyes widened.
Shiloh sighed and lowered her weapon. “What are you doing?”
He gave her a crooked grin. “What does it look like? I’m having a glass of water.”
Clearly, he’d been prowling around her apartment and she didn’t like it. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
He took another leisurely drink. “I don’t know. Your floor’s hard to sleep on?”
“Is that a question?” She was annoyed with him.
His gaze left her face, traveling downward, jogging her memory as to what she was wearing—a small, gray DNS T-shirt, revealing her belly. And a pair of matching skivvies.
Nicholas’ blue eyes softened.
Shiloh’s stomach did a backward somersault.
He extended the glass to her. “Do you want a drink?”
Shiloh licked her lips and ran the question over in her mind. Oh yeah. She wanted a drink, all right. A drink of his lips. A taste of his tongue. A brush of his chest against hers. And most of all, a feel of his cock deep inside her as he moaned her name in ecstasy .
Oh God. What was she thinking?
An intense heat washed over her face as she stared into his eyes.
He wanted her too. But if they acted on their desire, what would happen afterwards?
Would he be disappointed? It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and even then, they’d never come back for more. She wasn’t good in bed. She didn’t know what a man wanted her to be. Submissive? Domineering? Did they want a woman in control of every kiss—every caress? Or did they want to take the lead? She had no idea, and was too afraid to ask. But she couldn’t just stand here and gawk all day, allowing him to do the same. She had to say something…
But what !
Nick couldn’t stop staring at Shiloh’s legs. Damn . They were long and lean—leggy enough to wrap around him, with some to spare. What an image that was. Her stomach was flat. She had a cute little innie bellybutton he could see himself exploring with his tongue. Her hips were narrow, almost colt like, but her breasts were large and firm, the nipples jutting out under the thin T-shirt she wore.
Nick swallowed, his control slipping––especially when her eyes seemed to devour him. Did she want him? It sure as hell looked like it. Even if she did, she was his boss, and sleeping with her would be against DNS policy—against his better judgment, too. Besides, they could hardly stand each other. Probably wouldn’t be any good. Probably wouldn’t satisfy either of them. Not a good start for any relationship.
A relationship ? Where did that come from? That was the last thing he wanted. The idea was preposterous. Then again, maybe they could just have sex—the down and dirty kind. But then what? They’d meet in the elevator at the agency days later and smile––remembering?
What if the sexual experience wasn’t all that great? What if he couldn’t please her? The way she acted, she was most likely frigid.
Sweat beaded his upper lip. He’d never run into a woman he couldn’t satisfy before, but he’d never met anyone like Shiloh Templar either. A woman obviously had issues concerning men.
Why not just kiss her and see where it goes ?
“Does your offer still stand?” Her question drew his attention back to her.
“What’s that?”
“The one you made at the hospital.” Her eyes reminded him of a rain-soaked forest. She chewed on her bottom lip.
“Could you refresh my memory? I was drugged. It’s a little hazy.”
“You offered your services. What do you think? Are you up for it?”
Nick’s reserve crumbled. She was asking him to make love to her, and frankly he’d be a fool to turn her down. “I’m getting there, just give me a second. To hell with company policy or common sense for that matter. He wanted her. Really wanted her.
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
Her eyes darkened to a deep emerald. “What do you want to see?”
“Whatever you
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