On cue, his body hardened.It tended to do that whenever she was around, but this was another thing entirely.She was in his clothes and, by all indications, naked underneath.The shirt caught her mid-thigh, sneaking up higher on the sides of her legs.And they were long and lean… She’d rolled up the shirtsleeves, and there was a tempting flash of skin where she’d left the shirt unbuttoned, low and sexy between her breasts.
Something proprietary set up residence inside his chest.
If sex left her like this, he’d screw her all day long.He never again wanted to see her like she’d been this morning, ragged and close to the edge.
He lifted the phone back to his mouth.“I’ve got to go.”
The voice on the other end of the line disagreed.
“Send me the rest in an email.I’ll call you if I need anything else.”He quickly ended the call.
“Hey.”Sitting up, he closed the folder in his lap and tossed it onto the coffee table.Work was the last thing he wanted to talk about right now, especially this project.He wasn’t ready to show it to her yet, and there were much more important things to take care of.
Mainly her.
He dropped his feet to the floor.“How are you feeling?”
She shrugged the shoulder that rested against the doorjamb.She was acting self-conscious with one leg bent and her toes rubbing against the calf of her other leg.“Okay.”
His cock throbbed almost painfully.He was feeling much better than okay.It was taking everything inside him to keep from striding across the room, picking her up and carrying her straight back to bed.
He patted the spot on the sofa beside him.“Come here.”
She hesitated, her shyness clear.It probably wasn’t helping that he looked like he was ready to launch off the furniture at her—which was a definite possibility.He felt her gaze run over him, and his skin prickled.
Slowly, she pushed away from the doorway.Her footsteps were light as she approached him.She sat next to him, pulling at the hem of his shirt when it snuck up too high.Unable to cover herself, she tucked her legs up beside her.
Cam’s fingers bit into his thighs.She was so gentle and vulnerable.The last few days had to have been hell for her.He just wanted to gather her up on his lap and make love to her until she forgot it all.
But she didn’t need him coming on too strong.
Even if she had only a few hours ago.Lord help him, she’d nearly fried his brain circuits.
Forcing himself, he leaned back against the sofa’s cushions.Giving in to his need to touch her, he cupped her bare knee.Her skin was warm and smooth.He stroked his thumb back and forth.The touch was light, and she accepted it.Relaxing a bit, she snuggled against the leather.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, plucking at the shirttail.
“Mind?I thought the dress looked good, but this beats it, hands down.”
She took that into consideration and got shy again.Her gaze went to the paperwork on the tabletop, but her mind was clearly on something else.
“Lexie,” he said, a warning in his voice.
“You’re not going to make me throw something, are you?”
He fought the smile that pulled at his lips.“No, I thought we’d found a better solution than that.”
Her cheeks flooded with color.“I’m sorry about that,” she whispered.
“About what?”
She let her hair swing forward so he couldn’t see her face.“About jumping you.”
He frowned.“Do you regret what we did?”
She was quiet for so long, he started to get edgy.
“Lexie?”
