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

breathless rush of pleasure, then the exhilaration that came with knowing that the results were just the beginning. That they could be taken to the next step and the next.
    Touch me, she wanted to cry out. Please touch me.
    And then he did. His hands were hard—and rough. One had clamped like a vise on the back of her neck. The other was running down her in a smooth, possessive stroke until it reached the top of her thigh. When he scraped his teeth over her bottom lip, a bolt of pleasure shot through her. She could feel everything—the soft give of the cushioned leather at her back, the hard line of his body pressing against her, and the beating of her own heart—so fast, so hard, she was sure it was going to pound its way right out of her chest.
    And all the while, something inside her was beginning to boil like hot molten rock at the earth’s center.
    More. She arched toward him, and suddenly his hand was just where she wanted it to be. Right at the center of her heat.
    “Excuse me.”
    The two words didn’t register at first. All she was aware of was Lucas’s abrupt withdrawal. First, he pulled his mouth from hers and then his hand. But he kept one arm around her as he turned.
    “What is it?” Lucas’s voice sounded like a snarl, and the perky little waitress took a quick step back from the table. At least he could talk. Mac’s lips felt as if they were vibrating. She wondered if she could ever use them for forming words again.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said with a faltering attempt at a smile. “But my manager sent me over. There’s a call for you at the main desk. He thought it might be important.”
    Mac could almost feel Lucas put a clamp on his anger. His voice was much milder when he said, “We’ll take the bill.”
    “Thanks.” She beamed a smile at him, then waited until he signed it and handed it back to her.
    Mac didn’t look at Lucas until the waitress left. He was studying her, and there was nothing on his face that gave away what he was thinking.
    “You’re trouble,” he said.
    She could have said the same about him and meant it. She didn’t kid herself for one minute that she’d been successful at sustaining her fantasy for even a second after Lucas had begun to kiss her. One taste and Sally might just as well have been vaporized. She was the one who’dbeen kissing Lucas, wanting Lucas. And she hadn’t wanted to stop.
    He slid out of the booth and held out his hand. “We’re getting out of here before we’re arrested.”
    “I think I’m glad I’m with the owner of the hotel,” Mac said as she grabbed the bag that contained his present, then tucked her free hand in his.
    Lucas’s lips twitched. “I’m glad I am the owner of the hotel.”
    They were both laughing as they walked out of the lounge.
     
    T HE LOBBY WAS CROWDED. Some people were clustered in groups, others wove their way toward the bank of elevators or up a curving sweep of stairs to the second level. The sun streamed down on them from a skylight as they circled a fountain in the open atrium.
    At any other time, Lucas might have taken a moment to just mingle and observe how smoothly the staff was running the place, but two things were on his mind—the woman beside him and the phone call waiting for him at the desk. No one knew he was here at the hotel. Even if Tracker had guessed, he would have called him on his cell phone. After he solved that problem, he would have to figure out what he was going to do about the doc.
    If he could just predict what she might do or suggest next, he might be able to get a handle on that. Clearly, his first priority was to get her back upstairs to their suite before she got them both arrested.
    “Lucas Wainright,” he said to the well-groomed young man at the reception desk. “I was told there was a call for me.”
    “Yes, sir. Just one minute, Mr. Wainright.”
    While he waited, he glanced over to where Mac wasleafing through one of the brochures stacked on a nearby