Brilliant. You and James Bond . . . so good with the ladies. Gag me now. Before I say something else stupid.
“You used soap.”
“Yeah.” What kind of comment was that? Of course he was gonna use soap when he took a shower.
“No aftershave. You don’t need it. You smell good enough without it. Did you know that the sense of smell is one of the most powerful senses we have?”
Nathan made a noncommittal grunt that could have meant anything. It was his preferred means of communication under normal circumstances. Not that anything about his run-ins with Skye fell under the heading of “normal.”
“Most people think we only have five senses. Sight.” She paused to bat eyelashes at him. “Smell.” She sniffed with that cute nose of hers. “Sound.” Her voice went all soft and sexy. “Taste.” She licked her lips. “Touch.” She ran her index finger down from her throat to her collar-bone. “But we actually have six.”
“Six?” His voice sounded rusty.
She nodded. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not knocking the other five senses. I’m a real big fan of them. I mean, listening to a Kurt Cobain song while looking at a summer sunset and eating organic strawberries? Heaven. And touch. There’s nothing quite like touch.” This time she ran her finger down his bare arm. “See what I mean?”
Was she deliberately trying to seduce him? Two could play that game.
“You mean like this?” He ran his index finger down her arm and back up again.
He’d meant to prove a point, but instead he’d just activated his body’s launch sequence with amazing speed. Erection begun . . .
Nathan tried to focus on her reaction instead of his own. She could have been outraged. Angry. Disinterested.
But not her. Her eyes widened. So did her smile. “Yeah, just like that. Or maybe a little more slowly . . .”
She swirled her fingers down his arm, her finger dancing arousing him more than any lap dance had in his single days.
“Right. Slowly.” He repeated her movement, adding a few seductive moves of his own. Caressing the inside of her elbow made her eyes go all dark and her lips part. “Slowly is good.”
“Slowly is great,” she murmured before grabbing a handful of his T-shirt and tugging him closer.
Her lips met his head-on.
There was nothing slow about the kiss. It has hot and fast. Open mouths and tangled tongues.
Then it was over.
She scooted backward. “Why’d you do that?”
“ Me? You were the one—”
“Yes, I was. Bad idea.”
“Felt damn good.”
“Yes, it did.” Skye dazedly touched her lips before frowning. “But still a bad idea.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed,” she repeated.
Nathan nodded and then walked away, leaving Skye behind, reminding herself once more that while she might be bad, she sure wasn’t stupid.
True, her sister . . . her half sister Julia wouldn’t agree. But then, Julia had never agreed with the various paths Skye had chosen to take in life.
Julia had never actually called them stupid. She didn’t have to. She had a way of looking at you that made her thoughts real clear. As if Skye had a giant L plastered in the middle of her forehead. Loser, loser, loser.
Not that Skye cared. Not really. Okay, maybe just a little bit. Big deal.
The bottom line was that Skye and Julia were total opposites. They didn’t even share the same father. Julia’s biological father was some capitalist billionaire. That bit of recently revealed info explained a lot, as far as Skye was concerned.
It explained why they were so different. Why Julia was so prim and proper. So conservative. So locked into worrying what other people thought. And Skye . . . wasn’t.
Skye also wasn’t going to exchange saliva with an uptight by-the-book cop like Nathan. Even if he was a damn fine kisser. Not that their kiss had lasted long enough . . .
No, don’t go there. No experimenting with this man. No wasn’t a concept that Skye dealt with very well. She hoped that making Nathan
“You used soap.”
“Yeah.” What kind of comment was that? Of course he was gonna use soap when he took a shower.
“No aftershave. You don’t need it. You smell good enough without it. Did you know that the sense of smell is one of the most powerful senses we have?”
Nathan made a noncommittal grunt that could have meant anything. It was his preferred means of communication under normal circumstances. Not that anything about his run-ins with Skye fell under the heading of “normal.”
“Most people think we only have five senses. Sight.” She paused to bat eyelashes at him. “Smell.” She sniffed with that cute nose of hers. “Sound.” Her voice went all soft and sexy. “Taste.” She licked her lips. “Touch.” She ran her index finger down from her throat to her collar-bone. “But we actually have six.”
“Six?” His voice sounded rusty.
She nodded. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not knocking the other five senses. I’m a real big fan of them. I mean, listening to a Kurt Cobain song while looking at a summer sunset and eating organic strawberries? Heaven. And touch. There’s nothing quite like touch.” This time she ran her finger down his bare arm. “See what I mean?”
Was she deliberately trying to seduce him? Two could play that game.
“You mean like this?” He ran his index finger down her arm and back up again.
He’d meant to prove a point, but instead he’d just activated his body’s launch sequence with amazing speed. Erection begun . . .
Nathan tried to focus on her reaction instead of his own. She could have been outraged. Angry. Disinterested.
But not her. Her eyes widened. So did her smile. “Yeah, just like that. Or maybe a little more slowly . . .”
She swirled her fingers down his arm, her finger dancing arousing him more than any lap dance had in his single days.
“Right. Slowly.” He repeated her movement, adding a few seductive moves of his own. Caressing the inside of her elbow made her eyes go all dark and her lips part. “Slowly is good.”
“Slowly is great,” she murmured before grabbing a handful of his T-shirt and tugging him closer.
Her lips met his head-on.
There was nothing slow about the kiss. It has hot and fast. Open mouths and tangled tongues.
Then it was over.
She scooted backward. “Why’d you do that?”
“ Me? You were the one—”
“Yes, I was. Bad idea.”
“Felt damn good.”
“Yes, it did.” Skye dazedly touched her lips before frowning. “But still a bad idea.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed,” she repeated.
Nathan nodded and then walked away, leaving Skye behind, reminding herself once more that while she might be bad, she sure wasn’t stupid.
True, her sister . . . her half sister Julia wouldn’t agree. But then, Julia had never agreed with the various paths Skye had chosen to take in life.
Julia had never actually called them stupid. She didn’t have to. She had a way of looking at you that made her thoughts real clear. As if Skye had a giant L plastered in the middle of her forehead. Loser, loser, loser.
Not that Skye cared. Not really. Okay, maybe just a little bit. Big deal.
The bottom line was that Skye and Julia were total opposites. They didn’t even share the same father. Julia’s biological father was some capitalist billionaire. That bit of recently revealed info explained a lot, as far as Skye was concerned.
It explained why they were so different. Why Julia was so prim and proper. So conservative. So locked into worrying what other people thought. And Skye . . . wasn’t.
Skye also wasn’t going to exchange saliva with an uptight by-the-book cop like Nathan. Even if he was a damn fine kisser. Not that their kiss had lasted long enough . . .
No, don’t go there. No experimenting with this man. No wasn’t a concept that Skye dealt with very well. She hoped that making Nathan
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