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Sam had once dubbed him a wolf in geek’s clothing, but who knew that the first time the geek came out of hiding, Tally would find him so ridiculously cute?
She stroked her hand along Brent’s forearm and watched his reflection in the glass as he bent to nuzzle her neck, the swell of affection catching her unawares. Disturbed, she swung round in his embrace. Time to bring out the wolf again and dispense with his clothing altogether.
They’d had their real date and it had been fun. But it was getting a little bit scary again now. Luckily, all through the evening there had also been a subtext that had kept her fears at bay whenever she’d panicked that she was taking his attention too seriously. And that subtext had been all about sex.
The long smouldering looks, the stolen kisses, the possessive touches. The way he gripped her fingers as the elevator zipped up to the thirty-ninth floor. The way his palm stole down to settle on the curve of her ass while they viewed a statue of a naked man on a park bench in the Tate Modern’s cavernous entrance hall. The brush of his lips against her ear-lobe when he’d held out her seat at the restaurant. Every one of them telegraphing his need and increasing hers.
It was way past time to stop playing by Brent’s rules and start imposing her own. Before this date got any more complicated.
She gripped the lapels of his suit to tug his face down to hers. ‘I need to tell you a secret, Brent.’
‘A secret? I’m intrigued.’ His hands bracketed her hips, drawing her against him. She loved the boldness of the gesture, and the fact that he didn’t seem bothered by the sidelong looks they were getting from the bar’s other inhabitants—a collection of young city workers enjoying a night out after a hard week’s work fondling other people’s money.
She lifted up on tiptoes to whisper against his ear-lobe. ‘I was in such a hurry to get ready this evening, I completely forgot to put on a vital item of clothing.’
His whole body stiffened and the muscle in his jaw jumped. His large hands shuddered and then lifted from her hips to squeeze her waist, almost as if he were trying to stop them heading in the wrong direction. ‘And what item of clothing would that be?’
She trailed her finger-nail over the collar of his shirt, angling it under the white linen that opened over his throat. ‘Guess.’
He’d lost the tie several hours ago and undone the first two buttons, revealing the dark wisps of hair on his chest and the tanned column of his throat. She took a moment to torture them both, trailing one coral-tipped nail across the well of his collar-bone as his Adam’s apple bobbed. His hand slipped a fraction, his thumb caressing the silky chiffon covering her hip. Moisture surged between her thighs.
‘How about you give me a clue?’ His voice sounded parched, his breathing laboured.
Her own breathing wasn’t entirely steady as she pressed her palms to his chest and leaned against him to whisper above the low hum of music and the buzz of conversation. ‘The truth is, I didn’t forget them exactly—they were simply surplus to requirements. Besides, this dress is a VPL hazard waiting to happen.’
His brow cocked higher. ‘What the hell’s a VPL?’ he asked, his voice properly hoarse now.
She slipped her tongue out to moisten her lips and his gaze d
arted down to her mouth. ‘A visible panty line.’
His fingers curled into her dress, tightening the fabric across her bottom and lifting the hem several crucial inches as he waged a battle with his control. Part of her—the insane part of her—willed him to lose. And take her right here in the middle of a crowded bar. Getting arrested for public indecency seemed like a small price to pay to end the torment.
‘Are you telling me you don’t have any panties on under this dress, Tally?’
‘That would be correct.’
His rough palms rubbed the cool chiffon backwards and forwards, heating the skin beneath and making her body burn to feel his blunt fingers gliding over her clit.
‘And are you also telling me you haven’t been wearing any panties all night?’ The question was low, measured, the look on his face anything but.
She nodded, fairly sure she couldn’t trust her own voice anymore.
‘Fuck? Seriously?’ The desperation in his words matched her own ricocheting heartbeat. What had been flirty fun only moments ago suddenly seemed fraught with tension. Her thighs quivered as his eyes bored into hers.
Why didn’t this feel like simple sex anymore? Why did it feel like complicated sex all of a sudden? They’d had a good time together, nothing more. This couldn’t go any further, so why did it feel as if it already had?
‘Yes, seriously,’ she said, unable to hold the words back. Wanting him to take the need away, in the only way that mattered.
He burst into action. Grabbing her hand, he hauled her through the crowd, away from the wall of glass that looked out over London’s skyline and into the darkened interior of the club. ‘To hell with this,’ he muttered as they shot down the spiral staircase that led to the elevators.
It took an eternity to get their coats from the hat-check girl. But when he paused to hold her coat for her, she got that scary flutter in her stomach to go with the hot surge of lust.
He yanked her close in the lift, covered her lips as they swooped to ground level and the London street zoomed towards them. His hands swept over her bottom, but instead of lifting her skirt, he held the material down. She thrust her fingers into his hair, her heartbeat bumping her throat.
‘Where shall we go?’ she asked.
‘I don’t care, as long as there’s a bed and it’s no more than a couple of minutes away.’ He dragged her out into the street, flagged down a cab. ‘Take us to the nearest five-star hotel, buddy.’
