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“Is that’s what the young kids call it?” His gaze lowered to her lips.
“Oh, please. You’re gorgeous and single—don’t even pretend you don’t take a girl home now and again.”
“Me?” He grinned, with a shake of his head. “I’m just a lowly computer-geek-turned-engineer. My idea of a hot night is Doctor Who and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s.”
“Geek?” She snorted, taking in his perfectly tailored suit and frat-boy tie. “Even if you qualified, don’t pretend you haven’t been thinking about getting into my jeans.”
He jerked his gaze to hers. “Into your jeans? I’ve been thinking about how to get you out of your jeans.”
She mocked a shocked expression.
Graham’s eyes widened as if he might have gone too far. “I didn’t mean to imply—”
Tess laughed before pressing a finger to his lips. “Please imply. I’ve been pretty much contemplating the same thing. You without that jacket, tie, and no doubt plaid boxers.”
“I’m wearing boxer briefs,” he drawled, his eyes dipping again to her mouth.
“Goodie,” she purred with a flirty smile.
Feeling a sudden case of nerves, she picked up her martini and took a gulp. She needed to dial it down. No sense in being too eager. Heck, she still wasn’t sure if any of this was a good idea. It had only been at Christmas she’d dumped Nick. Maybe she needed to give herself some time… or maybe she needed to have a nice little rebound fling.
Still, something inside her wanted this to be more than a little fun.
Graham watched her, his Nordic eyes sliding down and dipping briefly at her neckline. “I’ve wanted you since you told me Feliz was pitching for the Rangers tonight. I think we’d be fantastic together.”
Those words did as intended. Tess leaned toward him. “Wanna find out?”
His lips looked soft. She’d never thought such a thing about a man before, but at that moment she wanted to feel them on hers. Why not see if the tension between them was as electric as she suspected? Why waste time wondering what they could know in seconds?
Graham set down his drink and leaned close to her, pushing an errant strand of hair from the corner of her mouth. “You talking a little chemistry experiment?”
Her breath quickened and her eyes dropped to his mouth. “No sense in taking this any further if we’re not… compatible.”
Lightly he brushed her lips with his and she caught his taste. Yeasty and warm with beer. Her pulse sped, and she leaned in for more.
But Graham was a tease.
He dotted little kisses along her jaw, making her stomach flutter with excitement.
“Oh,” she breathed, the warmth spreading as he moved steadily back toward her mouth.
But then he decided to stop teasing and covered her mouth with his, sliding a hand to clasp the back of her head, tilting her so he could gain better access.
Like rain on the parched earth, Tess welcomed the onslaught of desire. She opened her mouth, only slightly, her tongue flitting out to taste him, evocative and flirty, but Graham tasted rich as expensive wine or fine chocolate.
Addictive.
He responded to her invitation and hot desire slammed into her like a midnight train eating up track when his fingers stroked the nape of her neck.
Tess didn’t want to stop, but she did.
Because if she didn’t stop now, she might not be able to. Because if she didn’t stop now, she might straddle him right there on a stool in the Carousel Bar.
Nothing had ever come from a random hook up, and for some reason she didn’t want Graham to go down as a guy she’d never meet again. She wanted to wear a little black dress and killer heels she didn’t need but had to have because they made her legs look long and lean. She wanted moonlight and champagne… or at least a really good pinot grigio. She didn’t want just a one-night stand with Graham.
And that surprised her.
Pulling back, she whispered, “I think I got my answer. You?”
