it wouldn’t matter. It’d only be fleeting. Quick, pointless and once it was over, you’d walk away without another thought. That,” she declared, “is lust. Which would only prove my point.”
His eyes had darkened to a deep midnight-blue, the hunger flaring clear and bright. From the intensity of his stare, he liked the image her words evoked.
Nick took a step forward and her nipples beaded. Delaney lifted her chin, trying to hide the fact that she was not only turned-on, but also intimidated as hell.
“What if I promised you that if you unlock that door, the sex would be so good you’d forget all about the myth of love?”
Delaney gulped but didn’t back down. Not when her entire belief system was on the line.
“I might forget for the moment. Good sex has a way of doing that.” At least, she imagined it did. She’d never personally had sex good enough to make her forget the way she felt when she first read Lady Chatterley’s Lover, let alone something as important as her feelings. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m saying that true intimacy is more than slam, bam, thank you, ma’am.”
“And I’m saying if the slamming is done right, ma’am is the one doing the thanking.”
Delaney rolled her eyes.
“You’re playing with words,” she told him.
“Words are my specialty. They’re not all I’m good at, though,” he said with a cocky grin.
“Obviously,” she murmured, not about to argue his sexual prowess. After all, the guy got her hot and wet just standing there. If he actually put some moves on, she’d probably melt into a whimpering puddle.
“So…” he said, his voice trailing off as he moved even closer. Heat radiated off his chest and an answering flame flickered low in her belly. “What do you say? A no-strings fling. Hot, wild sex.”
He took that final step, bringing his body flush against hers. Delaney bit back a whimper at the sweet pressure of his chest against her aching nipples, his thigh, warm and hard, pressed between her legs.
He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head and lowered his face until his mouth was within inches of hers. Delaney swallowed, unable to tear her gaze from the hypnotic blue depths of his. As though under an irresistible spell, she simply waited, both eager and terrified to see if he’d follow through.
When he did, it wasn’t the deep, wild kiss she’d anticipated. Instead it was more of a tease. A soft brush of his lips over hers, warm, moist and gentle. Any other guy and she’d have termed it sweet.
His eyes still holding hers prisoner, Nick pulled back just a bit, his breath warming her mouth.
That was it? The hottest guy she’d ever had pressed against her and that was the kiss she’d inspired? Delaney wanted to grab his hair and yank him closer, ravage his mouth with hers. To kiss him with an intense, deep passion she hadn’t even known existed.
“Just consider it,” he murmured.
Her eyes narrowed, but before she could say anything, his mouth plunged again, this time taking hers with a fierceness that shot straight down to her belly. She gave herself over to the wild power of his kiss.
Heat flamed as he trailed one hand down the side of her neck, then traced the soft silk of her blouse. Over her collarbone, her shoulder and just barely brushing the side of her breast. Delaney shuddered as his fingers skimmed past her waist, his hand gripping her thigh. Need like she’d never felt before surged and she hitched her skirt, just enough for his hand to touch bare skin.
If her own boldness shocked her, his reaction blew her mind. Fingers clenched once, then he slipped his hand over her thigh, around until his fingers grazed the curve of her butt. Her body taking the lead, since for the first time in her life her brain had shut down, she shifted her leg to wrap it around his hard muscular thigh and give him better access. His groan was low and guttural against her mouth. He moved, just a bit, so his leg pressed against the throbbing that wet her panties. His kiss went deeper, his fingers cupping, squeezing her butt in rhythm with the dance of his tongue. Pressure wound in a tight little knot, strong and demanding. It was all she could do not to grind herself against him in search of relief.
The intensity of her reaction, her swift loss of control, scared Delaney. Not enough to stop, though. Not even close.
So she couldn’t think, could barely react, when he pulled back. Not just his mouth, but his entire body. He stepped away, leaving her churned up, panting and cold where her flesh had felt the warmth of his.
“One month,” he said in a husky whisper. “We give each other a month, totally focused on physical pleasure. In the end, you’ll admit I’m right.”
Still caught in a fog of desire, she almost agreed—was actually in the process of nodding—when his last words sank in. Right, her ass. All that kiss had proved was he knew how to use his mouth. She closed her eyes against the image that particular realization brought to mind and shook her head.
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