Unexpectedly His(34)
Born and raised in Brooklyn on B movies and HBO, Nick suspected a film club wasn’t his speed, and he ought to be working, but looking into her vulnerable blue eyes as she worked up the nerve to go all Sadie Hawkins on him made him want to forgo his work and spend the rest of the late afternoon at the movies.
A smile broke across his face. “On one condition.”
“Only one? Your negotiation skills are slipping, counselor.”
“Back-row seats.” An adorable V formed between her eyebrows, and he realized how much he was starting to enjoy her trademarks. He reached for her and, rather than swivel away, her hips swayed a little closer. He splayed his hands across the top of her heart-shaped ass, pressing his advantage. “Perfect place to show you exactly why God created women.”
She spun out of his arms and strolled over to the door, tossing him a smile over her shoulder. “You are a bad boy.”
He shifted in his jeans and followed, watching her backside move in that curve-hugging dress. Oh, yeah, Nick planned on being a very bad boy and, while his fiancée hadn’t agreed to the back-row seats, she definitely hadn’t said no.
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“Brigitte Bardot’s got nothing on you, honey.” Nick held her hand as they walked along Spring Street toward the French bakery on the corner, and the feeling of his fingers laced with hers made Marianne feel as if she were walking on clouds rather than cobblestone.
Nick opened the door of Le Minuit Café and a trill of wind chimes announced their arrival. With his hand at her back, he directed her to an intimate corner table for two. A group of thirty-somethings dressed for ladies’ night out looked over at Nick, eyes flashing like they’d like to wrap him up in to-go paper and run off with him. But there were no disbelieving looks, no expressions of disdain floating in her direction. She slipped into the bistro chair Nick held for her, smoothed the fabric of her wrap dress over her knees, and wondered if she might successfully compete with Brigitte tonight. After the back row of the movie, Marianne was on fire and ready to take her inner siren for a spin.#p#分页标题#e#
Nick leaned in close. “Know what you’d like?”
Oh, she knew what she liked. She liked Nick. His eyes, his smile, his hands on her skin. “I’d like a Frangelico please…and for dessert…” she said, letting the hint of a flirtatious smile touch her lips and her eyes drift to meet his, “surprise me.”
His gaze fell to her mouth, and Marianne could tell from his expression how badly he wanted to kiss her. In the past, she would’ve looked away, all fidgety and uncomfortable under his masculine gaze. But not tonight.
He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, dropped a kiss on her forehead and said, “Consider yourself surprised.”
Watching him walk away, Marianne felt a wonderful buzz race along her spine. He wore his jeans like a man who was comfortable in his own skin, as if he wore nothing at all, a thought that sent her pulse rocketing through the skylight above her. His black button-down shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and tapered down the strong line of his back. And he was her date.
From across the bistro, her gaze ate him up as if he was her own private adventure waiting to happen. Not that it got hotter or more adventurous than the back of the movie theater. Her eyes closed remembering how he’d slipped his fingers under the hem of her dress. How he’d taken his sweet time, tracing circles on her ticklish knees, inching his way up along the inside of her thigh, slipping his finger inside her panties to find her already wet. The way he’d touched her, his eyes straight ahead as if glued to the screen. As if he wasn’t driving her to the very limits of desire, easing away his fingers as her body grew taut, refusing to let her crash, reveling in his control over her body. She’d gripped the arms of the theater’s red velvet seats and bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out in the darkened, half-filled room. The excitement of being surrounded by strangers, knowing at any moment they could get caught, had turned her on like the lights on the front marquee.
Marianne had never imagined that kind of excitement, and the truth was, being wild and reckless had felt good. Nick had showed her the thrill of being bad. He’d left his mark on her body and soul. Classic movies would never be the same.
Now, she hoped to return the favor. She’d done a cost-benefit analysis of the situation and had made her decision. Tonight, she planned to step it up. She’d downloaded a copy of A Girl’s Guide to Becoming a Vixen, a best-selling manual that offered step-by-step instructions designed to achieve maximum seduction success. More than anything, Marianne wanted a chance to intoxicate him the way he’d intoxicated her.