Bestselling Authors Collection 2012(141)

She turned. He was too close behind her. She gave him a pointed look and he took a step to the side. Neither said anything. She looked up at the basket. So damn high. Still, she had energy in her muscles that needed to be expended.

She aimed and threw. The net swished as the ball slid through. Confidence from her success swamped her and she turned to stare hotly at him.

‘Been keeping secrets?’ His voice was low. ‘You want to play with me, Sophy?’

‘I want to beat you.’

His whole body tensed. She saw the electricity surge in him.

‘No one beats me.’

‘Not afraid, are you, Lorenzo?’

The briefest pause and then that smile curled. ‘What are we playing for?’ He quietly walked closer.

Yeah, she’d hoped she could bring out his wicked side. She just hadn’t realised quite how easy it would be. ‘What do you want to play for?’

Was this her? Leaning provocatively close to him, practically purring?

His amusement deepened but it didn’t bother her, for she saw the fire too. ‘You’re the one suggesting the game; you come up with the prize.’

She just stared at him, letting her eyes say it all.

‘Really?’ He dropped the basketball. It rolled away, coming to a rest against the newly painted fence.

‘Don’t you think?’

He’d gone very still. ‘I’m not sure either of us is thinking.’

‘Isn’t it going to happen anyway? Hasn’t it been on the cards for days?’ She angled her head and studied him, half dying inside now with her boldness. He was so silent. Too silent. ‘Do you really want to stop it?’

His hands were on his hips, his biceps flexing. ‘We probably should.’

‘Why?’ She could see his chest rising and falling faster than before. She knew he felt it too.

Angry fingers suddenly gripped her upper arms. ‘Why are you chasing this?’

She flinched. Chasing? Like some infatuated teen stalking her first prey? Shocked, she blurted the truth. ‘I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had a fling. Never had a one night stand. I’ve always been “good”, always watched out for my reputation, always gone out with “safe” guys.’ She’d had a couple of steady boyfriends, then that engagement. She shut her mind to the memory, turned back to the heat of the moment. ‘Just for once I want the freedom to do what I want to do, take what I want, have what I want.’

‘And I’m what you want?’ His jaw was rigid, the strength in his fingers not easing an iota.

She glanced down his body. ‘You’re very fit.’

‘What is it that’s really turning you on? Going with someone outside your select social circle? Someone from the wrong side of the tracks, someone rougher? Is that what I am to you?’

Her senses flared at the word rougher. She could do with some rough right now. ‘I don’t care about your background.’ She didn’t actually care about him—did she? ‘Like I said, you’re just very fit.’ She sighed, frustrated. ‘And every time I see you, you’re half naked. What do you expect? I’m only human.’

A short laugh was shaken from him. ‘So you just want physical, Sophy?’

‘Really physical.’

The breath whistled out between his teeth. She held her breath, frozen as she watched him decide.

‘I don’t do relationships, Sophy.’

‘You think I don’t know that?’

His fingers relaxed but didn’t let her go and his smile returned. ‘This is not going to get out of hand.’

She stepped closer, anticipation twisting with satisfaction and spiralling higher. She’d won. For once she’d been bold and it had worked. ‘Of course not. You’re going to be very much in hand.’ She smiled. Really, dirty flirty talk was easy. She could so be the queen of it here.

‘I think you’re confused about who’s going to be dominant.’ His hands tightened again, drawing her closer still. ‘I’ll be in control, Sophy—you don’t want to be.’

That was exactly it. She didn’t want to be in control any more. She just wanted to feel. Not think. Just experience it, release the tension from her system. ‘Okay.’

His expression flared. His hands moved, looping round her back, imprisoning her. ‘So what did you have in mind?’

‘What about my office?’

‘Now?’ He laughed freely. ‘A late afternoon lay? Just before you leave?’

‘It has a certain appeal.’ Her eyelids were heavy, her cheeks flushed. She’d wanted him for days, of course she wanted him now.

‘Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?’ His voice dropped to a carnal whisper, but his eyes were like polished stones. ‘We’ve barely kissed. We might not be that good.’