golden eyes, his wide shoulders in black leather, his long lean legs in jeans. The temptation to sin, to touch, to taste and experience it all was standing right there before me.
“I don’t want to stop.” His gaze dropped to my mouth where the strand of hair still lay. My lips felt as if they’d swelled under his gaze. They buzzed with sensation, the wisp of hair across them becoming a titillating tickle.
“Dizzy,” I whispered, intending to tell him to stop again, but when his gaze popped back up, his eyes a dark steamy concoction, I knew I’d made his name a plea instead. I wanted it so badly. A kiss. Just a single kiss might be enough. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more in my entire life.
Fuck it. Fuck James. Fuck my fucking life. I was going to get what I wanted for a change. Just this one little thing. “Kiss me. Please.” I tilted my head back, peering directly into his gleaming eyes through my lowered lids. “I wanna know if the rumors I’ve heard about you are true.”
“Ah, Kitten.” He touched my cheek softly, his warm breath spilling over me. “It’d be my pleasure to enlighten you.” The velvet in his voice was like silken ties that bound me to him.
“Yes.” I practically panted the word, reaching for him, twining my arms around his neck, brushing against the cool leather of his jacket, and sinking my fingers deep into the thick soft hair at his nape.
He tensed at my touch, but then groaned and grabbed my hips yanking me closer. His masculine rumble of approval and the hard length of his arousal made that corresponding part of me throb with need. Suddenly I was less certain that one kiss would suffice. “Tell me you’ve got one of those open marriages.”
“No.” I lifted my gaze from that pierced lip and the piercing that I so longed to meld with my own.
“That’s too bad.” His voice was husky. He carefully slid the strand of hair from my lips, the tips of his fingers rough as he gently tucked it behind my ear. “Then tell me you don’t love him.” He stared deeply into my eyes searching for the answers he wanted. “Tell me your marriage is on the rocks, and that you’re about to get a divorce.”
“I don’t love him, not anymore. He doesn’t love me either, but I can’t… I can never leave him.” I was barely able to string a sentence together. His caressing fingers made me ramble as they skimmed the arched column of my neck fanning my desire and coaxing secret truths from me that I shouldn’t have shared. My breath caught when I realized what I’d said. “Please, Dizzy I just need you to…” I trailed off feeling the sudden rush of cold air across my hot exposed skin.
He’d untied my scarf.
His fingers stilled on my shoulders. “What the fuck?” Dizzy exclaimed eyes wide as he saw the unmistakable evidence of James’ favorite game.
“It’s not what you think.” I stepped away from him, swallowing hard as the silken camouflage fluttered to the floor along with the desire that had bloomed so rapidly and irresistibly between us.
Before I could continue my excuses, the door to the storeroom burst open. We both jumped even further apart as Sager stepped inside. “Hope I haven’t interrupted something important.” His tone was heavy with innuendo, and his gaze glittered with accusation. “But I thought you might wanna know that Mel’s looking for both of you.”
The moment she walked out of her building. I felt a surge of relief. She didn’t appear to have suffered any further harm overnight. Had Sager not interrupted us, I’d have made damn sure she didn’t go home that night to the bastard who’d done that to her. But it wasn’t my choice. The whole thing was so screwed up.
Sager was pretty pissed at me. He thought I was stepping out on Mel with her best friend. I’d tried to explain the situation without giving anything away, but he wasn’t having any of it.
What he couldn’t know was that April, not Mel, was
“I don’t want to stop.” His gaze dropped to my mouth where the strand of hair still lay. My lips felt as if they’d swelled under his gaze. They buzzed with sensation, the wisp of hair across them becoming a titillating tickle.
“Dizzy,” I whispered, intending to tell him to stop again, but when his gaze popped back up, his eyes a dark steamy concoction, I knew I’d made his name a plea instead. I wanted it so badly. A kiss. Just a single kiss might be enough. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more in my entire life.
Fuck it. Fuck James. Fuck my fucking life. I was going to get what I wanted for a change. Just this one little thing. “Kiss me. Please.” I tilted my head back, peering directly into his gleaming eyes through my lowered lids. “I wanna know if the rumors I’ve heard about you are true.”
“Ah, Kitten.” He touched my cheek softly, his warm breath spilling over me. “It’d be my pleasure to enlighten you.” The velvet in his voice was like silken ties that bound me to him.
“Yes.” I practically panted the word, reaching for him, twining my arms around his neck, brushing against the cool leather of his jacket, and sinking my fingers deep into the thick soft hair at his nape.
He tensed at my touch, but then groaned and grabbed my hips yanking me closer. His masculine rumble of approval and the hard length of his arousal made that corresponding part of me throb with need. Suddenly I was less certain that one kiss would suffice. “Tell me you’ve got one of those open marriages.”
“No.” I lifted my gaze from that pierced lip and the piercing that I so longed to meld with my own.
“That’s too bad.” His voice was husky. He carefully slid the strand of hair from my lips, the tips of his fingers rough as he gently tucked it behind my ear. “Then tell me you don’t love him.” He stared deeply into my eyes searching for the answers he wanted. “Tell me your marriage is on the rocks, and that you’re about to get a divorce.”
“I don’t love him, not anymore. He doesn’t love me either, but I can’t… I can never leave him.” I was barely able to string a sentence together. His caressing fingers made me ramble as they skimmed the arched column of my neck fanning my desire and coaxing secret truths from me that I shouldn’t have shared. My breath caught when I realized what I’d said. “Please, Dizzy I just need you to…” I trailed off feeling the sudden rush of cold air across my hot exposed skin.
He’d untied my scarf.
His fingers stilled on my shoulders. “What the fuck?” Dizzy exclaimed eyes wide as he saw the unmistakable evidence of James’ favorite game.
“It’s not what you think.” I stepped away from him, swallowing hard as the silken camouflage fluttered to the floor along with the desire that had bloomed so rapidly and irresistibly between us.
Before I could continue my excuses, the door to the storeroom burst open. We both jumped even further apart as Sager stepped inside. “Hope I haven’t interrupted something important.” His tone was heavy with innuendo, and his gaze glittered with accusation. “But I thought you might wanna know that Mel’s looking for both of you.”
The moment she walked out of her building. I felt a surge of relief. She didn’t appear to have suffered any further harm overnight. Had Sager not interrupted us, I’d have made damn sure she didn’t go home that night to the bastard who’d done that to her. But it wasn’t my choice. The whole thing was so screwed up.
Sager was pretty pissed at me. He thought I was stepping out on Mel with her best friend. I’d tried to explain the situation without giving anything away, but he wasn’t having any of it.
What he couldn’t know was that April, not Mel, was
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