“Let me see,” she said, bending to check his lip. She winced. The bruise on his cheek was just now starting to fade. Troy’s lip, however, was swollen. It looked painful. “I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head. She took the ice from his hand and held it against his mouth. “If you were at home, would Carly take care of this?”
“Probably,” he muttered, his eyes intent, almost devouring.
Senada took a careful breath and fought a rush of want. “What would she do? Fuss at you?” she asked, her voice breathless to her own ears.
“Fuss a little,” he said, tugging her closer and spreading his legs open so she could step between them. “Then she’d probably say I need to find someone to kiss and make it better.”
Senada was acutely aware of his masculine heat and scent. “I can’t kiss your mouth,” she whispered. “It would hurt you.”
He pulled her down on his lap.
She could have pulled away, should have pulled away, but she wasn’t remotely interested in going anywhere. Her chest felt tight, her heart was thumping, her nerve endings were jazzed. All because this man looked at her as if he’d like to eat her for dessert.
“Find somewhere else to kiss me, Sin.”
Chapter Six
Sin considered her options. She could tell him to forget it and leave, but there was a delicious fire in her blood and an irresistible I-dare-you glint in his violet eyes that made her want to play.
“Somewhere else,” she repeated in mock despair as she brushed his hair off his forehead.
“But there are too many choices.” She leaned forward.
“I suppose,” she continued, “I could kiss your forehead.” She barely skimmed her lips over his forehead and felt him go very still. A heady sense of power swirled inside her.
“Or one of your eyelids.” She gave a butterfly kiss on one of his eyelids.
“Or your cheek.” She kissed the bruised one very gently but didn’t move away. Instead she inhaled his scent. She liked the way he smelled, a unique blend of man and aftershave. She liked the sense of his strength beneath her. She liked feeling in control.
Troy wrapped one of his hands around her hips and drew her against the cradle of his hard masculinity. Her feeling of control flipped like a pancake. “Don’t stop now,” he said in a dark voice full of longing.
Something inside her tore a little. Restraint, denial frayed around the edges. The waitresses had gone. The cook had gone. Senada was acutely aware that they were alone.
It was more dark than light. She leaned forward and rubbed her open mouth just below his ear.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Touch me,” he whispered.
Part plea, part demand, his words were intimate. Her heart thudded against her rib cage. “Where?”
“Anywhere,” he murmured, moving his hands up her arms. “Everywhere.”
So she kissed her reservations goodbye and kissed Troy Pendleton’s neck instead. Bolder than she should have been, she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his artfully carved pectorals, skimming her fingernail over one nipple.
He shuddered.
“Want me to stop?” she asked.
“No,” he growled, tugging at her shirt.
Senada licked his throat.
He swore, and within seconds, his hands cupped her breasts. His thumbs drew mesmerizing circles around her nipples.
Wicked sensations shot through her. “Oh!”
“Want me to stop?” he muttered.
She closed her eyes at the way his touch made her tighten lower and deeper inside. “No.” She pressed against him for a moment, then backed away slightly.
“Where you going?”
Senada was operating on instinct. Her lungs weren’t functioning all that well. She took a shallow breath. “I’m going to kiss your…” She put her mouth on his hard chest and felt him quiver beneath her.
He swore. “Don’t stop,” he said, pushing aside her bra and gently squeezing her breasts.
She hadn’t been planning on it. Senada was on automatic sensual pilot. She wrapped her tongue around one flat male nipple and skimmed her hands over his stomach.
Troy made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
“Like that?” she said, pulling his shirt out of his jeans.
He wrapped his hands around her rib cage and tugged her close, pulling her mouth upward. His eyes were nearly black with arousal, his nostrils flaring with the effort of his breath. Her bare breasts brushed against his chest. “I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman this much in my life.”
Her heart jerked at his words and the sight of his bruised mouth. “You ca—”
He shifted her intimately against him and lowered his mouth to the tip of one of her breasts. The sight and feel of his mouth on her undid her. She closed her eyes. “You shouldn’t. Your mouth. You’ll hurt—”