last few nights? To tell him she was sorry because she thought she had offended him? Because she felt bad he hadn’t eaten dinner?
Yeah, he’d seen her out there, parked just down the street in the classic black Jag. It was driving him insane, knowing she was out there, waiting. He’d stayed later and later each night, hoping to find out why . If she only knew the real reason he’d left the restaurant – because had he stayed there one more minute, he would have slung her over his shoulder and carried her off to spend the rest of the night fucking her senseless.
“Didn’t you?” Her voice was so quiet, so trusting.
She searched his face, looking for an answer. What was he supposed to say to something like that? That the last person who’d pissed him off was still recovering in the hospital? Or that the last person who’d actually given a shit whether or not he’d skipped a meal had been buried years ago?
She shifted and dropped her eyes back to his chest, looking oddly disappointed when he didn’t respond. “That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll go now.”
He didn’t move, so she took a step around him and headed for the door.
Keep your mouth shut. Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything . “Wait.” Damn it . She stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“You really want to know what my eyes look like?” he asked.
“Only if you want to show me.”
Just say no, Kyle. Just say no. “I want to show you.” And then he was standing toe to toe with her, her face tilting upward. He wanted to cup that face in his hands and see if it was as soft as it looked. Capture those perfect, full lips that he just knew would taste like heaven.
No, don’t show her. Don’t take off the shades, man. He reached up and removed the sunglasses. Fuck.
Her eyes widened and a soft gasp escaped over her lips. As she stared into his eyes, it felt like she was stroking his entire body at once. A shiver of fire slid down his spine. Each breath drew her fresh, mouth-watering scent into his lungs. This close, he could even hear her heart beating against the confines of her chest. Or was that his?
Damn , he wished she’d stop looking at him like that, while at the same time, wishing fervently that she’d do it naked.
“I knew it,” she said, her voice nothing more than a whisper. “They are so beautiful.” Many women had told him the same thing, but when Celina said it, he couldn’t tell what throbbed harder – his cock or his heart.
* * *
K yle’s amazing blue eyes sent a cascade of tingles through her entire body, starting around her lips and ending at the tips of her fingers and toes, though they seemed to grow warmer and collect around her core. His eyes were framed with lashes so thick and dark he could have been wearing eyeliner. She watched as his dark pupils alternated between dilating and constricting. Dilation of the pupils, she’d heard, was a sign of sexual desire. Given the size and rigidity of the arousal she’d literally stumbled against earlier, that might actually be true.
But what about how they were contracting? She struggled to remember back to her intro-level biology class, coming up with a possible answer. Perhaps he was super sensitive to light. That would explain the shades in the low-level lighting.
Only with some effort did she snap herself free of those mesmerizing pools of infinite blue, and shake her head to clear it. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Chapter Four
T hose eyes. Those lips. The flames at the base of his spine now settled uncomfortably in his groin, where they set up a slow burn. How did she do that? She never even touched him, yet he was so turned on he could’ve hammered nails with his cock.
She felt it too; he’d seen the blatant desire that had overtaken her delicate features and transformed her from the wholesome girl next door into a sultry sex goddess from one heartbeat to the next. Just that quickly it was gone again, but he was sure he hadn’t imagined