Unexpectedly His(35)
“Dessert,” Nick said, returning to the table with her hazelnut liqueur and a heavenly looking chocolate éclair that was worlds away from her usual low-carb ricotta cheesecake.
She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “You are corrupting me, Nick.”
“Honey, I’m just getting started.”
Her sentiments exactly, she thought, as he strode over to the bar to pick up his coffee.
A minute or two later, settled across from the man of her literal dreams, she felt a blush steal across her cheeks. Thinking about seducing him was one thing, but acting on it was more difficult than she’d calculated. Sure, she’d studied the techniques in the manual, but there was no perfect formula. She smoothed the hem of her dress with her fingertips. Ready or not…
Step one: eye contact. Shooting for bombshell, she leaned forward and looked into the depths of his midnight blue eyes. “Did you enjoy the movie?”
“Not my usual. I’m more an action guy. Steve McQueen, Vin Diesel and The Furious Seven, but I enjoyed being there with you, seeing you in action.”#p#分页标题#e#
His gaze dipped to the slight V of her dress, and a wave of heat swept across her face as her nipples pushed against the soft fabric. There was no cardigan to hide her physical response, but with Nick, she felt less and less like hiding.
He’d been so wonderful, accompanying her to the film, indulging her as she gave him a tour of the theater, listening intently to her discuss the joys of being a small part of the film restoration process. He’d made her feel seen and appreciated in a way she’d never felt before, lost in all his glorious male attention, both before and during the movie.
Nick looked over at her and smiled a shockingly wicked smile. “Might want to unwrap that dress later tonight.”
Steps two: use touch. “How much later?” she asked, running her fingers up one of his muscular, denim-clad thighs. She moved another inch or two then glided back down to his knee before beginning her upward ascent to the Promised Land again. She didn’t have the patience that he’d exhibited in his under-the-skirt theater torture, but she had the wherewithal to follow that second directive of step two: move slowly—it enhances the sensory perception. She could testify to that firsthand thanks to Nick. And she had every intention of returning the favor. She heard his intake of breath and eased back slowly to take in his heated expression. His wicked smile deepened. “Are you trying to seduce me, woman?”
Step three: express desire. “Sounds promising.”
He reached out and placed his hand on top of hers, effectively ending any further attempt at a slow seduction. “Oh, I think you know exactly how promising.”
Step four: hold back a little. A bit of mystery goes a long way. “What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes wide behind her glasses as she eased her hand away and picked up the dessert. His eyes darkened, and in a move more brazen than she’d ever attempted, ever even considered before this moment, Marianne held his gaze and took a leisurely bite of the luscious éclair. The sweet confection was so much better than the low-carb kind she practically moaned aloud, never imagining she could feel this way, so daring and delicious. Wow, that was really good.
Without another research-filled thought, she took a second yummy bite of the pastry and a bit of the white cream clung to her lips.
“Let’s get out of here.” Before she could lick it away, Nick reached out and wiped the sugary filling from her mouth with his thumb. “Now.”
…
Nick planned to make her pay for the move with the éclair.
Hell, she’d taken one bite of the creamy dessert and he’d been ready to pull her into the back of the place for a quickie. Except a hurried encounter wasn’t going to be enough for him. The walk from the café across the street was the last thing he’d be rushing.
His hand low on her back, he ushered Marianne through the lobby, glad that Max was home for the night and he could forgo the lengthy niceties. He kept his cool as he guided her into the elevator and to the door of the condo. Inside, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him as he fell back against the door. Nipping at her earlobe, he slid his palms up her hips and stomach and cupped her breasts. Her nipples tightened and he flicked them gently, thrilled by the raspy moan of satisfaction that escaped her. Her head fell back, and he licked her throat, letting his hands roam her breasts, enticing soft, pleading whimpers from her lips. Damn, the sounds she made drove him wild. He kneaded the soft flesh beneath his hands, tweaking the pointed tips until she arched forward to fill his hands more completely. He felt crazed for the sound of her, the touch, the taste. Her ass pressed against his groin, and he released a low growl of need. His hands fell to her hips, and she turned in his arms, looking up at him like the world-class temptation she was.#p#分页标题#e#