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It’s stunning and seriously distracting. What was she offering him? And why is he looking at her like that? And why is he still topless? He really needs to get some more clothes on. She needs him to put more clothes on.
Then he smiles and she barely suppresses the moan. If he keeps looking at her like that, she’ll be offering him more than a fried breakfast.
She should turn away. But she can’t or doesn’t want to. Probably the second one.
And now she’s burning up, the heat rising in her core, working through her body as his eyes keep her locked in their spell. He’s not moving. Not doing a single thing to her physically, but tell that to her body. His gaze is like a physical thing.
Goosebumps scatter over her skin, like fingers brushing against her. Slowly tracing along her flesh, teasing her with the slightest of touches.
Her breath quickens as the sensation reaches the side of her neck, and she instinctively drops her head to the side to give him clear access. Not that it is him. He’s still sitting in the chair, his intense gaze directed at her.
So why does she swear his lips brush against her skin, working up to her ear? Then he sucks on her earlobe, his teeth grazing against her skin as his warm breath sends a shiver through her.
His fingers comb through her hair, pulling her closer until his hard body presses against her. Scarlett groans, moving closer to his touch. It feels too good to resist. She wants so much more.
Then Nick blinks, the feeling sliding away from her, leaving her cold, embarrassed, and seriously turned on.
Scarlett licks her lips as she runs her clammy hands over her pyjamas. What the hell just happened? It felt like he was touching her. She could have sworn he was kissing her neck.
There’s no way she could make something like that up. It was real. She knows it can’t have been but, in that moment, it felt real.
Which is beyond ridiculous. She was watching him. He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink, which in itself is a little bizarre, but she’ll just add it to the pot of everything else bizarre that’s happened over the last day.
Clearly the excitement of finding this sexy man outside, is turning her into some horny teenager with a seriously overactive imagination.
‘You okay?’
His deep voice sounds different to a few minutes ago. All thick and husky, which absolutely doesn't help her calm down. She needs a cold shower. Now.
‘Scarlett?’
‘Sorry?’
He leans forward, resting his arms on his legs, his hands clasped together. ‘Are you okay? You’re flushed.’
She licks her lips again, but it’s a lost cause. Any moisture she had in her body is heading south. Whatever her imagination did to her, her body is on board with continuing. ‘Yeah. Good. Great. I’m just a bit hot. Right, so breakfast.’
He nods, lying back in the chair, resting his chin on his hand. ‘Yeah. Sounds good. Whatever you want, Scarlett.’
What she wants doesn’t involve anything to do with food - especially when he says her name all low and sexy like that. ‘Great. I’ll just pop upstairs for a minute. Probably should get dressed. I can’t laze around in my pyjamas all day. I’ll get breakfast sorted in a minute.’
‘I’ll get it started.’
‘No you will not. I’m not having you collapse on me again. Just stay. I’ll only be a minute.’
Without waiting for a response, she hurries upstairs and shuts her bedroom door behind her, leaning back against it as she catches her breath.
‘What the hell was that?’
She slides her hand under the waistband of her pyjamas. As she thought. Her panties are soaking wet. Horny teenager doesn't even come close.
How did the man get her so wet just by looking at her?
He wasn’t touching her. He was sitting on the chair a few feet from her. No touching. No kissing. Whatever she thought was happening was entirely down to her sex deprived brain.
So why did it feel that way? Why did it feel like his hands, his seductive lips were on her?
‘Because you clearly need to get out more,’ she says to herself, pushing off the door. If Nick wasn’t downstairs she’d lie back in her bed and continue what her brain had begun.
