sec.â
Twin spots of humiliation burned his cheeks as he speedily retreated out of the room. A sex? Sam marveled again. Jesus. What the hell was wrong with him? What was it about this female that had knocked him so far off his game? Granted, heâd made a few choice blunders over the years, but today⦠Sam exhaled mightily. Today heâd simply outdone himself.
Between the physical annoyances, dropping his camera, and now that whopping Freudian slip, he barely recognized himself. This lust-crazed, eternally-aroused, charm-deficient klutz wasnât him. Hewas a professional, dammit, and charming and smooth. Not today, buddy, a caustic little voice reminded.
Sam grimaced. He laid the flashlight aside, leaned against the counter, speared his hands through his hair and contemplated the probable impact of that blunder. A soft humorless laugh erupted from his throat. Good job, Martelli. So much for keeping things on a professional keel.
If she hadnât realized his problem with her spending the night here before, she most certainly would now. Short of him actually whipping out his rod, he didnât see how he could have made his thoughts any clearer. Hell, only a moron wouldnât come to the right conclusion, and Delaney Walker was no moron. He supposed he could pray for a break in her typically sound intelligence, but imagined that would be an exercise in futility.
He seemed to be honing that particular skill, Sam thought with a derisive snort, because he gloomily suspected trying to resist her would be an exercise in futility as well.
At any rate, heâd inadvertently put the ball in her court and all he could do now was wait and see what she planned to do with it. Given the day sheâd had and her sudden fascination and proclivity for acting out of character, Sam didnât know whether to be excitedâ¦or terrified. He grunted. Hell, probably both.
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B E BACK IN A SEX ? Delaney thought as a warm flush of female satisfaction bloomed brightly in her chest.A slow unrepentant smile rolled around her lips as she watched Sam hastily exit the room.
So her belated assumption hadnât been wishful thinking after allâhe was hot for her. She bit her lip and her gaze slid to where heâd disappeared a few seconds ago. What a lucky coincidenceâ¦because she was unequivocally hot for him as well. A naughty form of anticipation swirled around in her belly, making it quiver with longing.
From the second sheâd landed up against his magnificent chest when the power had so fortuitously gone off, Delaney had been wondering whether providence had finally bestowed on her a much-needed break and given her the chance to do the wildest, most out-of-character thing imaginableâ him.
A thrill raced through her at the thought. Sheâd always erred on the side of caution, had always done the right thing, and look at where it had gotten her.
Another woman was enjoying the fruits of her labor, reveling in the dream honeymoon Delaney had painstakingly planned.
Another woman was with the man sheâd planned to spend the rest of her life with.
That woman wouldnât have to worry about returning wedding giftsâor her china, Delaney railed with a silent, frustrated sob. Sheâd wanted that china, dammit.
No, that woman wasnât worried about canceling caterers, saving face, or growing old alone. Thatwoman hadnât been weighing the pros and cons of becoming a lesbian. Delaney humphed under her breath. No, apparently that lonely role had been eternally predestined for her. Irritation flattened her lips.
Well, not anymore.
Or at the very least, not tonight.
If sheâd learned anything from her new attitude it was that acting on some of her baser impulses was very therapeutic. Sheâd felt great when sheâd pulled that little vengeful prank on Roger, had felt empowered when she said those slightly wicked things to Sam.
Rather than stifling her darker impulses,
Twin spots of humiliation burned his cheeks as he speedily retreated out of the room. A sex? Sam marveled again. Jesus. What the hell was wrong with him? What was it about this female that had knocked him so far off his game? Granted, heâd made a few choice blunders over the years, but today⦠Sam exhaled mightily. Today heâd simply outdone himself.
Between the physical annoyances, dropping his camera, and now that whopping Freudian slip, he barely recognized himself. This lust-crazed, eternally-aroused, charm-deficient klutz wasnât him. Hewas a professional, dammit, and charming and smooth. Not today, buddy, a caustic little voice reminded.
Sam grimaced. He laid the flashlight aside, leaned against the counter, speared his hands through his hair and contemplated the probable impact of that blunder. A soft humorless laugh erupted from his throat. Good job, Martelli. So much for keeping things on a professional keel.
If she hadnât realized his problem with her spending the night here before, she most certainly would now. Short of him actually whipping out his rod, he didnât see how he could have made his thoughts any clearer. Hell, only a moron wouldnât come to the right conclusion, and Delaney Walker was no moron. He supposed he could pray for a break in her typically sound intelligence, but imagined that would be an exercise in futility.
He seemed to be honing that particular skill, Sam thought with a derisive snort, because he gloomily suspected trying to resist her would be an exercise in futility as well.
At any rate, heâd inadvertently put the ball in her court and all he could do now was wait and see what she planned to do with it. Given the day sheâd had and her sudden fascination and proclivity for acting out of character, Sam didnât know whether to be excitedâ¦or terrified. He grunted. Hell, probably both.
Â
B E BACK IN A SEX ? Delaney thought as a warm flush of female satisfaction bloomed brightly in her chest.A slow unrepentant smile rolled around her lips as she watched Sam hastily exit the room.
So her belated assumption hadnât been wishful thinking after allâhe was hot for her. She bit her lip and her gaze slid to where heâd disappeared a few seconds ago. What a lucky coincidenceâ¦because she was unequivocally hot for him as well. A naughty form of anticipation swirled around in her belly, making it quiver with longing.
From the second sheâd landed up against his magnificent chest when the power had so fortuitously gone off, Delaney had been wondering whether providence had finally bestowed on her a much-needed break and given her the chance to do the wildest, most out-of-character thing imaginableâ him.
A thrill raced through her at the thought. Sheâd always erred on the side of caution, had always done the right thing, and look at where it had gotten her.
Another woman was enjoying the fruits of her labor, reveling in the dream honeymoon Delaney had painstakingly planned.
Another woman was with the man sheâd planned to spend the rest of her life with.
That woman wouldnât have to worry about returning wedding giftsâor her china, Delaney railed with a silent, frustrated sob. Sheâd wanted that china, dammit.
No, that woman wasnât worried about canceling caterers, saving face, or growing old alone. Thatwoman hadnât been weighing the pros and cons of becoming a lesbian. Delaney humphed under her breath. No, apparently that lonely role had been eternally predestined for her. Irritation flattened her lips.
Well, not anymore.
Or at the very least, not tonight.
If sheâd learned anything from her new attitude it was that acting on some of her baser impulses was very therapeutic. Sheâd felt great when sheâd pulled that little vengeful prank on Roger, had felt empowered when she said those slightly wicked things to Sam.
Rather than stifling her darker impulses,
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