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Melting the Ice(33)



            She lifted her gaze to his and he smiled down at her. “I’ve been measured before, Carolina. I know what you’re doing.”

            He was so nonchalant about it. So why was it suddenly so damn hot in here?

            Because she brushed his balls and his cock as she measured. And because he wore tight boxer briefs, and the unmistakable bulge grew noticeably bigger.

            She decided to ignore it, jotted the measurement down and moved to his other leg.

            She could get through this. One more time, and she’d be done. They’d be done. He could get dressed and leave.

            And then she was going to have one hell of a glass of brandy to calm her shattered nerves.

            She laid the tape down at his feet, lifting it slowly upward, conscious that the bulge hadn’t dissipated. In fact, it had grown larger. And when she reached his inseam, once again brushing her knuckles against him—against it—she shot him a glare.

            He gave her a smirk. “What? You want me to apologize for getting hard? You’re touching my dick.”

            “In a purely nonpersonal way.”

            “Honey, any time you touch me it’s going to be personal.”

            She whipped the tape measure away, finished the last of her notes, and took a step back.

            “We’re finished.”

            “That took awhile. Were you nervous?”

            “Of course not.”

            He crossed his arms and grinned at her. “You sure about that? I’m pretty sure your hands were shaking.”

            How nice of him to notice. She glared at his penis. “Is that ever going to go down? It’s hard to have a discussion with you when you’re . . . like that.”

            He laughed. “Yeah. It’ll go down. Eventually. But seeing you all flustered, your cheeks pink and your nipples beading against your sweater, isn’t helping.”

            She crossed her arms. “Damn you. This is all your fault.”

            “How could it be my fault? You said undress. I undressed. You said hold still. I held still.”

            “I did not tell you to get an erection. So do something about that.”

            “Okay, fine.”

            He took two steps toward her and pulled her into his arms. She opened her mouth to object, but his lips covered hers, his tongue sliding inside to tangle with hers.

            As if they had a mind of their own, her arms twined around his neck, his hand gravitated toward her butt, and every hot fantasy she’d had about him all these years came rushing back to her.





EIGHT


            DREW HADN’T EXPECTED THIS TO HAPPEN, BUT AS soon as he felt Carolina’s surrender, as soon as she kissed him back, his dick got harder, his heart pumped faster, and he was fully in the game. He wrapped an arm around her, his fingers sliding down to find that sweet spot just above her butt. He didn’t want to scare her off, but it felt damn good to hold her again after all this time.

            She tasted as amazing as he remembered, the softness of her lips brushing over his a reminder of just how long it had been since he’d held her and kissed her. Only it was different now—they were both adults, and he was going to try really hard not to screw it up this time. She might have been reluctant, but the way she kissed him told him she wanted this as much as he did.

            And he really did. Having her hands on him as she measured him, the soft glide of her fingertips along his skin, had been torture. He’d tried to be good, to treat it as her doing her job, but his dick had other ideas.