chemistry; it would burn itself out fast enough. But right now...he wanted her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Yeah, he’d fetched her shoes for her...she could wear them while he—
The blare of a car horn and Lorelei jerking in response had Nash releasing her. For a second he was caught in the headlights of her eyes, and the analogy of having something not quite tame within his grasp was suddenly very real.
Who was this woman?
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ he imparted roughly.
‘Non?’
Her rather unhappy interrogative took him by surprise and he almost smiled.
He couldn’t believe what he was thinking. He needed to take her where she wanted to go and then forget the whole thing. He was damn lucky someone hadn’t been filming the entire incident in the street—although that was a possibility, given the crowd she’d drawn.
She was running her fingers through her hair, rubbing the spot where he’d had his hand...
He was under time constraints. In a couple of weeks he’d be going into lockdown.
He had to be out of his mind...
But he could see her home.
She seemed to realise what she was doing and pulled her hands back into her lap. The gesture made him smile. Yeah, he could see her home.
* * *
For a breathless moment all Lorelei had been able to do was hold still, drowning under the skilled pressure of his lips, but she’d never been a passive woman and with a little moan she had kissed him back.
Apparently women who caused scenes in the street didn’t scare all guys away. Well, not this guy, at least, whose mouth needed a contract for insurance purposes. Lorelei guessed not much would scare him. Confidence and certainty didn’t seem to be a problem for Nash.
He hadn’t even asked. He just took.
Lorelei was quite certain his not asking was adding to the outrageously good feelings still slip-sliding through her body. Mon Dieu, the man knew what to do with his mouth—and those fingers, lightly, firmly palpating the sensitive tendons and hollows at the top of her neck, tugging so pleasurably on her hair, were equally skilled. What could they do elsewhere on her body?
When his mouth had released hers she’d been panting slightly, and she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him as his gaze had drifted over her face, down across her bare shoulders.
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ he’d said, in a flatteringly roughened voice.
A cold drop of uncertainty had hit the top of Lorelei’s spine. ‘Non?’
He had smiled then, the charisma of it almost shocking. His blue eyes had filled her line of vision but the light honk of a horn had had her shaking off the spell and indicating vaguely at the windscreen.
‘I think we can go.’
Nash moved lazily back to his side of the car, as if he had all the time in the world, and they shifted forwards, his hands on the gears as assured as they had been when splaying long, strong fingers through her hair. He hadn’t pulled, like a less skilled man might. He’d tugged. And the little answering darts of response had shot like arrows from a quiver through her body.
She threaded her own fingers through her hair and then realised she was trying to recreate the feelings he’d evoked in her. She snatched her hand back, pressing it in her lap.
Feeling as if she might be slumping unattractively, Lorelei tried to sit up a little straighter, assume a more ladylike posture—only to find she was actually still upright. There had been no slippage...only a complete and utter inner landslide...
It was all about how she felt inside, she realized. All loose and relaxed and devil-may-care. The stake of anxiety she’d been tied to all day had gone. Mon Dieu— she ran an unsteady hand through her curls—the man was a miracle-worker. What on earth would it be like if...?
Nash gave her a slashing smile as if he understood exactly how it would be.
* * *
The courtyard was in full afternoon sun when the Veyron idled to a stop.
Nash killed the engine and without a
The blare of a car horn and Lorelei jerking in response had Nash releasing her. For a second he was caught in the headlights of her eyes, and the analogy of having something not quite tame within his grasp was suddenly very real.
Who was this woman?
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ he imparted roughly.
‘Non?’
Her rather unhappy interrogative took him by surprise and he almost smiled.
He couldn’t believe what he was thinking. He needed to take her where she wanted to go and then forget the whole thing. He was damn lucky someone hadn’t been filming the entire incident in the street—although that was a possibility, given the crowd she’d drawn.
She was running her fingers through her hair, rubbing the spot where he’d had his hand...
He was under time constraints. In a couple of weeks he’d be going into lockdown.
He had to be out of his mind...
But he could see her home.
She seemed to realise what she was doing and pulled her hands back into her lap. The gesture made him smile. Yeah, he could see her home.
* * *
For a breathless moment all Lorelei had been able to do was hold still, drowning under the skilled pressure of his lips, but she’d never been a passive woman and with a little moan she had kissed him back.
Apparently women who caused scenes in the street didn’t scare all guys away. Well, not this guy, at least, whose mouth needed a contract for insurance purposes. Lorelei guessed not much would scare him. Confidence and certainty didn’t seem to be a problem for Nash.
He hadn’t even asked. He just took.
Lorelei was quite certain his not asking was adding to the outrageously good feelings still slip-sliding through her body. Mon Dieu, the man knew what to do with his mouth—and those fingers, lightly, firmly palpating the sensitive tendons and hollows at the top of her neck, tugging so pleasurably on her hair, were equally skilled. What could they do elsewhere on her body?
When his mouth had released hers she’d been panting slightly, and she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him as his gaze had drifted over her face, down across her bare shoulders.
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ he’d said, in a flatteringly roughened voice.
A cold drop of uncertainty had hit the top of Lorelei’s spine. ‘Non?’
He had smiled then, the charisma of it almost shocking. His blue eyes had filled her line of vision but the light honk of a horn had had her shaking off the spell and indicating vaguely at the windscreen.
‘I think we can go.’
Nash moved lazily back to his side of the car, as if he had all the time in the world, and they shifted forwards, his hands on the gears as assured as they had been when splaying long, strong fingers through her hair. He hadn’t pulled, like a less skilled man might. He’d tugged. And the little answering darts of response had shot like arrows from a quiver through her body.
She threaded her own fingers through her hair and then realised she was trying to recreate the feelings he’d evoked in her. She snatched her hand back, pressing it in her lap.
Feeling as if she might be slumping unattractively, Lorelei tried to sit up a little straighter, assume a more ladylike posture—only to find she was actually still upright. There had been no slippage...only a complete and utter inner landslide...
It was all about how she felt inside, she realized. All loose and relaxed and devil-may-care. The stake of anxiety she’d been tied to all day had gone. Mon Dieu— she ran an unsteady hand through her curls—the man was a miracle-worker. What on earth would it be like if...?
Nash gave her a slashing smile as if he understood exactly how it would be.
* * *
The courtyard was in full afternoon sun when the Veyron idled to a stop.
Nash killed the engine and without a
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