in the knowledge that he’d taken her to the brink of no return with a single flick of his wrist.
It was humiliating to realise that at this moment the man had total and absolute control over her mind and body. But somewhere in her semi-coherent brain a fragment of sanity still clung. ‘No,’ she whispered, knowing her eyes made a liar of her. Knowing the engorged knot throbbing wantonly against him made a mockery of her.
He wiggled his thumb. ‘Your body’s sending me an entirely different message.’
‘My body doesn’t want to listen to reason,’ she said over a parched throat. ‘I don’t even like you.’
A brief hesitation, then his lips stretched into a smile, and she realised he didn’t care one way or the other. ‘Since when did that stop two people from enjoying such a mutually satisfying experience?’ he said reasonably, continuing to stroke her moisture as she rocked helplessly against him.
She swallowed. Yeah, since when? Over his shoulder she saw a gibbous moon sail silently from behind a high-rise, bathing the room in silver light.
‘Didi.’ He removed his clever hand to tilt her face to his, thumbs rasping over her cheeks, eyes dark with intensity. ‘I played along with you, didn’t I? Don’t you want to convince Veronica I’m the real deal?’
‘I think we managed that a few moments ago.’
‘Ah, but tomorrow morning she’ll be expecting to see the afterglow in your smile.’
‘Afterglow…?’ Her breath caught as every internal organ leaped up and changed places.
‘I promise,’ he said. Low and smooth and sexy. Confident. Arrogant, even.
And she had no doubt he could deliver. She shuddered even as she willed those talented fingers to find their way beneath her towel again.
The hot tub of desire in his eyes swirled and swallowed her up. ‘Why don’t we find out what this thing between us is all about?’
‘This thing? ’ This angsty, itchy thing that hadn’t given her a decent night’s sleep since she’d met him? ‘The thing about “things” is they get complicated and someone ends up getting hurt.’
‘It doesn’t have to be complicated.’ He paused. ‘Unless there’s someone else?’
She glared at him, her back stiffening, shoulders tensing as Jay’s image flitted through her mind. ‘Would I be standing here naked with you if there was?’ Sweet heaven, naked with Cameron Black.
He must have read her wistful expression because he looked into her eyes and said, ‘Who was he, Didi?’
‘Just a guy I…thought I loved.’
‘He hurt you. He’s scum.’
She bit her lip. ‘I’m over him. And I don’t want to talk about him.’
She tried to pull away but he held her fast. ‘Neither do I.’ He tightened his fingers on her cheeks. ‘As I said, we can keep this simple. This time we know up front how it’s going to be—no one gets hurt.’
She shook her head. ‘We have a working relationship—’
His finger on her lips stopped her. ‘Work’s for tomorrow. So stop analysing, stop talking and for Pete’s sakes relax…’
The knot in the towel came undone at his touch. Cool air breathed over her body, a stunning contrast to the heat emanating from his gaze as the towel slid to the floor. He took in every curve, from the hollow at the base of her neck where her pulse beat like horses’ hooves, the fullness of her breasts swelling beneath his scrutiny, her waist, the flare of her hips.
‘You’re a work of art yourself, Ms O’Flanagan.’ His voice was smooth and sensual and Didi could imagine he used that self-assured tone with women all the time. But there was something in his eyes reflected in the moon’s silver light that hinted at that innate vulnerability she’d seen that night in the ladies’ loo before he blinked it away.
He reached out. One fingertip brushed against her neck, over her left breast to draw a circle around the stiff nipple. Another.
Oh-h-h. Her already aroused body hummed with unbearable tension. Seeing him
It was humiliating to realise that at this moment the man had total and absolute control over her mind and body. But somewhere in her semi-coherent brain a fragment of sanity still clung. ‘No,’ she whispered, knowing her eyes made a liar of her. Knowing the engorged knot throbbing wantonly against him made a mockery of her.
He wiggled his thumb. ‘Your body’s sending me an entirely different message.’
‘My body doesn’t want to listen to reason,’ she said over a parched throat. ‘I don’t even like you.’
A brief hesitation, then his lips stretched into a smile, and she realised he didn’t care one way or the other. ‘Since when did that stop two people from enjoying such a mutually satisfying experience?’ he said reasonably, continuing to stroke her moisture as she rocked helplessly against him.
She swallowed. Yeah, since when? Over his shoulder she saw a gibbous moon sail silently from behind a high-rise, bathing the room in silver light.
‘Didi.’ He removed his clever hand to tilt her face to his, thumbs rasping over her cheeks, eyes dark with intensity. ‘I played along with you, didn’t I? Don’t you want to convince Veronica I’m the real deal?’
‘I think we managed that a few moments ago.’
‘Ah, but tomorrow morning she’ll be expecting to see the afterglow in your smile.’
‘Afterglow…?’ Her breath caught as every internal organ leaped up and changed places.
‘I promise,’ he said. Low and smooth and sexy. Confident. Arrogant, even.
And she had no doubt he could deliver. She shuddered even as she willed those talented fingers to find their way beneath her towel again.
The hot tub of desire in his eyes swirled and swallowed her up. ‘Why don’t we find out what this thing between us is all about?’
‘This thing? ’ This angsty, itchy thing that hadn’t given her a decent night’s sleep since she’d met him? ‘The thing about “things” is they get complicated and someone ends up getting hurt.’
‘It doesn’t have to be complicated.’ He paused. ‘Unless there’s someone else?’
She glared at him, her back stiffening, shoulders tensing as Jay’s image flitted through her mind. ‘Would I be standing here naked with you if there was?’ Sweet heaven, naked with Cameron Black.
He must have read her wistful expression because he looked into her eyes and said, ‘Who was he, Didi?’
‘Just a guy I…thought I loved.’
‘He hurt you. He’s scum.’
She bit her lip. ‘I’m over him. And I don’t want to talk about him.’
She tried to pull away but he held her fast. ‘Neither do I.’ He tightened his fingers on her cheeks. ‘As I said, we can keep this simple. This time we know up front how it’s going to be—no one gets hurt.’
She shook her head. ‘We have a working relationship—’
His finger on her lips stopped her. ‘Work’s for tomorrow. So stop analysing, stop talking and for Pete’s sakes relax…’
The knot in the towel came undone at his touch. Cool air breathed over her body, a stunning contrast to the heat emanating from his gaze as the towel slid to the floor. He took in every curve, from the hollow at the base of her neck where her pulse beat like horses’ hooves, the fullness of her breasts swelling beneath his scrutiny, her waist, the flare of her hips.
‘You’re a work of art yourself, Ms O’Flanagan.’ His voice was smooth and sensual and Didi could imagine he used that self-assured tone with women all the time. But there was something in his eyes reflected in the moon’s silver light that hinted at that innate vulnerability she’d seen that night in the ladies’ loo before he blinked it away.
He reached out. One fingertip brushed against her neck, over her left breast to draw a circle around the stiff nipple. Another.
Oh-h-h. Her already aroused body hummed with unbearable tension. Seeing him
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