Sexy Stranger(34)

My cheeks heated as I imagined him spreading my legs open, his tongue laving me the way he had in the field that first night. Warmth spread through my body at the thought alone, and I squeezed my thighs together, not wanting to give in to the swell of need and longing. Not yet, anyway.

"Don't you think?" Luke asked.

I forced myself back to the present and nodded my head vigorously. "Oh, um, yeah. Yes. Definitely."

He leaned across me to write something on the file in front of me. His earthy, manly smell wafted up as he moved and I breathed in deeply, remembering the way that scent had tasted on his skin. With his sun-kissed hair in front of me, it was all I could do not to reach out and run my fingers through his locks, but again I refrained.

We're talking business. Tonight is about business.

My stomach rumbled, and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

"Hungry?" he asked, and I nodded. "What are you in the mood for?"

When he smiled at me, I wanted to blurt out the answer, the real answer-him. Maple syrup. Whipped cream. Whatever he would let me do, just so long as I could feel his body on mine again.

He was just so damn close.

"I don't know," I murmured, and he shrugged.

"Think it over."

I nodded again and he scooted his chair even closer, his knee brushing against mine as he moved. Another shot of pure electricity jolted through me at his touch.

What was it with him? It wasn't like I'd never been with men before, but now every time I thought about his fingers on my body, I found myself panting and needy like never before.

I had to get it together-and fast. Not just because I was sure he could see the way my eyes dilated and fixed on his lips every time he spoke, but because . . . well, tomorrow was Sunday. We only had one more day together, and if I got used to feeling like this every time I was around him, what would I do when I was gone? When I finally had to leave?

"So, I was thinking about this for the logo," he said as he sketched something on the paper in front of me.

Focus, I told myself. Focus. You promised you would help him.

But I couldn't. All I could think about was the way the table would thunk against the hardwood while he held my hips and turned me over, ready to take me from behind.

Panic filled me at the realization that this might be the last time we were together. I wanted to make it special and-

"So, what do you think?" he asked.

I looked down at the paper to see a little stick-figure man and woman in a compromising position. I let out a short laugh, my cheeks flushing.

"Am I that obvious?"

His mouth quirked to the side. "Something like that. But luckily, great minds think alike."

His hand stroked my thigh, working its way to the inside of my leg, just above where I could already feel my panties getting wet.

"I actually have a better idea."

I plucked the pencil from his other hand and scribbled on the paper, just beneath his drawing. When I pulled my hand back, his gaze fell on the image of a stick-figure woman on her knees in front of a very happy-looking stick-figure man.



       
         
       
        

"Far be it for me to argue," he said and cupped the space between my thighs, rubbing gently before continuing. "Just know that I still want to fuck you after."

I knew Duke and Molly would be gone all day to lend a hand to a neighbor, leaving us truly and completely alone. That feeling made me bold, a little reckless.

"If you insist," I teased, then sank to my knees in front of him as he kicked out his chair to face me.

With deft hands, he loosened the buckle and tugged his belt free, letting it drop to the floor with a loud clunk. Then he released the button and zipper and pulled his jeans to his ankles before kicking them aside until he was left in nothing but his black boxer briefs.

Already, I could see the huge bulge jutting out beneath the fabric, and my mouth watered at the idea of tasting him. Why had I waited so long for this? In the entire week we'd had, how had I wasted so much time? And now, with less than two days left . . .

Tomorrow I would have to do it again, just so I had more than one memory to take with me. And then maybe we could do it in the shower and-

But I was getting ahead of myself. Here and now was about him, pulling down those boxers to reveal the huge, hard cock I knew was waiting for me, wanting me. I licked my lips as he pulled his briefs down and tossed them aside with the rest of his clothes.

"Shirt too," I said, and he raised his eyebrows.

"When did you get so bossy?"

I stood and turned as if I were going to walk away. "Okay, if you don't want to listen."