Intent to Seduce & a Glimpse of Fire by Debbi Rawlins, Cara Summers Page A

clothes really helped. I think you’d enjoy it too if you could get into the fantasy. In one survey, fifty-three percent of the men fantasized about having sex with a stranger they picked up in abar. Thirty-five percent of those wanted the stranger to be a hooker. Have you ever had either of those fantasies?”
    “No. I told you I don’t have them.”
    “Never paid for sex?”
    “No.”
    “A first-time John. My favorite,” she said. He didn’t think it was possible but she suddenly seemed closer. “Think about what I’d promised you we’d do when I persuaded you to invite me here.” Her fingers traced a delicate pattern on his inner thigh as they moved higher.
    “Doc, you can’t.” The words erupted on a moan.
    “Want me to tell you what I promised to do?” The words were just a breath in his ear.
    “Mr. Wainright, sir…”
    Lucas turned to face a tall man wearing a conservatively cut suit with an insignia that marked him as a member of the hotel’s staff.
    “Is this lady bothering you?”
    Immediately Lucas slipped an arm around Mac. “Not at all. This lady is my wife.”
    The man’s glance slipped to Mac, then back to Lucas. “Your…I’m sorry, sir. I just thought…”
    “You thought wrong.”
    “My apologies, Mr. Wainright. I…I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I hope you’ll let me know what the staff can do to make your stay more pleasant.” With a brief nod, the man turned and walked away.
    The moment he was out of earshot, Mac spoke on a bubble of laughter. “‘This lady is my wife!’ How did you manage to say that with a straight face? I don’t think he believed you.”
    “No, he didn’t.” Lucas kept his eyes on the man’s retreating back until he was out of sight. “He was trying to do his job.”
    “He was going to throw me out, and you saved me. It was just like in Pretty Woman when Richard Gere brings Julia Roberts into that swanky Beverly Hills hotel. He doesn’t let them throw her out either. Instead, he hires her for the whole week. Now there’s a fantasy. How about it? Would you like to hire me for a week?”
    Her hand was burning its way up his thigh again. Lucas covered it with his own, and when he turned to face her, he found that she was very close. It wasn’t just her hair that was different. Her mouth was too—slicked with red the color of wild raspberries. It took all his willpower not to sample. “What I’d like to do can’t be done here—” he tore his gaze from her lips “—unless you want to get us both thrown out. Let’s take this to the room.”
    She smiled at him. “I’m not done yet.”
    Before he could prevent it, her hand slipped from beneath his to cover his erection.
    “Ever fantasize about having sex in a public place?”
    “Doc…” The word was barely audible. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t dare to move.
    “I’m Sally, remember?”
    Beneath the table, he grabbed her wrist and removed her hand very carefully. “This fantasy is over. We’re getting out of here.”
    “Not until you kiss me. I’ve been dying for you to kiss me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
    Lucas gazed into her eyes. The teasing light was gone. In its place was something hot and needy. Was it Mac talking? Or Sally? And just who had brought him nearly to completion with her touch? At the moment that his mouth covered hers, he wasn’t sure he cared.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    K ISS ME. The words had slipped out before she could prevent them. She hadn’t meant to say them. But touching him, feeling the strength of his desire fill her hand had changed the fantasy into a desire so sharp she couldn’t resist.
    She hadn’t even had time to blink before his mouth had crushed down on hers. The memory of their last kiss shattered as new sensations streamed through her. She welcomed the heat, the urgent demand, and wanted more.
    The feelings racing through her were as exciting as the first time one of her theories had proven to be true in the lab. There was that