out-of-reach playboy pilot. “Do sports make you lose control?”
“Love sports,” he said. “Play them when I can.”
“But they don’t make you lose it.”
With a smile, he shook his head.
Nodding, her thoughts raced as she tried to find a foothold on a slippery slide right into Serious Crush-ville. “Nothing makes you lose it. Got it.”
Straightening to his feet, he tossed his keys into a little bowl on a table in the foyer. Then he pushed the door closed and turned to her.
Oh, boy.
Bella scrambled up to her feet just as Dani’s stomach did a little tap dance. Other things tap-danced, too.
Like every single erogenous zone she had.
With Bella running circles around them, Shayne leaned in until his nose just touched Dani’s.
She opened her mouth to press on the whole losing-it thing, but he crooked his head to the side, then rubbed his jaw to hers. And then his mouth was near her ear, and he was breathing into it. “So you want to see me forfeit control?”
“I—” God, she couldn’t think when he was breathing in her ear. “I think so.”
“But you’re not sure.”
“No.”
She felt him smile against her skin, and then for the briefest second in history, his mouth slid against hers in a far too fleeting kiss. “Don’t ask until you’re sure.” Then he stepped back.
She concentrated on gulping in air while he told Bella it was time for food. The dog barked with happiness, while she stood there trying to control her body’s needs.
Note to self: don’t stir the beast unless you’re ready to tame it.
She didn’t plan on doing that.
But a small part of her so wanted to.
Chapter 10
Shayne walked into his kitchen to feed Bella, incredibly, erotically, aware of the woman who followed him.
He was also incredibly, erotically aware of her inner struggle.
Do him.
Don’t do him.
She was giving him a damned complex, but he didn’t mention it as she watched him feed the dog or as he led her through his house.
He’d only purchased the place about three months ago, and hadn’t exactly made it a home yet. There was nothing in the living room but a huge-screen TV and an even more huge soft comfy couch and chair. He had only bar stools in the den, which opened to the kitchen, where Bella was busy chowing through five pounds of food. He hadn’t gotten around to finding a table he liked.
He had a bed, though, a large, lush bed that he wasn’t having any trouble picturing Dani sprawled across, her wild hair all around her head, his sheets smooth beneath her lovely, hot bod, and then that same body beneath his...
“I can’t.”
He tore his brain away from the fantasy and looked at her.
Eyes glued to his bed, she swallowed and shook her head. “I’m not taking your bed.”
It was barely dawn and they needed a few hours’ sleep. He especially needed a few hours’ sleep, since he had a full schedule ahead of him for the day, including a flight to Santa Barbara. “You’re the guest,” he said firmly. “You get the bed.”
She stared up at him, her face unreadable. “Have you ever had a woman in your bed that you weren’t sleeping with?”
“Uh...”
“Have you?”
“No,” he admitted.
“That’s what I thought.” She sighed. “At least your mom taught you good manners.”
“More like they were beaten into me by my father, but yeah.” He smiled, hoping to see her smile in return. “Come on. Just a little shut-eye.” He crossed to his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt and sweat bottoms, handing them to her. “Help yourself, if you want to be more comfortable.”
Though personally, he’d be imagining her sleeping in the nude. She’d wanted to know what it would take for him to lose his control? That.
That’s all it would take.
She hugged the clothes and continued to just look at him, her eyes filled with a longing and a hunger that made him close his.
Distance. They both wanted it.
Not going to be easy. “’Night,” he said a bit hoarsely, and left
“Love sports,” he said. “Play them when I can.”
“But they don’t make you lose it.”
With a smile, he shook his head.
Nodding, her thoughts raced as she tried to find a foothold on a slippery slide right into Serious Crush-ville. “Nothing makes you lose it. Got it.”
Straightening to his feet, he tossed his keys into a little bowl on a table in the foyer. Then he pushed the door closed and turned to her.
Oh, boy.
Bella scrambled up to her feet just as Dani’s stomach did a little tap dance. Other things tap-danced, too.
Like every single erogenous zone she had.
With Bella running circles around them, Shayne leaned in until his nose just touched Dani’s.
She opened her mouth to press on the whole losing-it thing, but he crooked his head to the side, then rubbed his jaw to hers. And then his mouth was near her ear, and he was breathing into it. “So you want to see me forfeit control?”
“I—” God, she couldn’t think when he was breathing in her ear. “I think so.”
“But you’re not sure.”
“No.”
She felt him smile against her skin, and then for the briefest second in history, his mouth slid against hers in a far too fleeting kiss. “Don’t ask until you’re sure.” Then he stepped back.
She concentrated on gulping in air while he told Bella it was time for food. The dog barked with happiness, while she stood there trying to control her body’s needs.
Note to self: don’t stir the beast unless you’re ready to tame it.
She didn’t plan on doing that.
But a small part of her so wanted to.
Chapter 10
Shayne walked into his kitchen to feed Bella, incredibly, erotically, aware of the woman who followed him.
He was also incredibly, erotically aware of her inner struggle.
Do him.
Don’t do him.
She was giving him a damned complex, but he didn’t mention it as she watched him feed the dog or as he led her through his house.
He’d only purchased the place about three months ago, and hadn’t exactly made it a home yet. There was nothing in the living room but a huge-screen TV and an even more huge soft comfy couch and chair. He had only bar stools in the den, which opened to the kitchen, where Bella was busy chowing through five pounds of food. He hadn’t gotten around to finding a table he liked.
He had a bed, though, a large, lush bed that he wasn’t having any trouble picturing Dani sprawled across, her wild hair all around her head, his sheets smooth beneath her lovely, hot bod, and then that same body beneath his...
“I can’t.”
He tore his brain away from the fantasy and looked at her.
Eyes glued to his bed, she swallowed and shook her head. “I’m not taking your bed.”
It was barely dawn and they needed a few hours’ sleep. He especially needed a few hours’ sleep, since he had a full schedule ahead of him for the day, including a flight to Santa Barbara. “You’re the guest,” he said firmly. “You get the bed.”
She stared up at him, her face unreadable. “Have you ever had a woman in your bed that you weren’t sleeping with?”
“Uh...”
“Have you?”
“No,” he admitted.
“That’s what I thought.” She sighed. “At least your mom taught you good manners.”
“More like they were beaten into me by my father, but yeah.” He smiled, hoping to see her smile in return. “Come on. Just a little shut-eye.” He crossed to his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt and sweat bottoms, handing them to her. “Help yourself, if you want to be more comfortable.”
Though personally, he’d be imagining her sleeping in the nude. She’d wanted to know what it would take for him to lose his control? That.
That’s all it would take.
She hugged the clothes and continued to just look at him, her eyes filled with a longing and a hunger that made him close his.
Distance. They both wanted it.
Not going to be easy. “’Night,” he said a bit hoarsely, and left
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