Sugar.She’d said it to be funny. Even still, the endearment hit his ears like a tongue, swirled around in his chest like tickling fingers, and then settled directly behind his fly.
He could quite clearly imagine her whispering in his ear,“Harder. Deeper. I want to feel all of you inside me, sugar.”
Hard as a damn rock. That’s what he was. And he had to adjust himself or risk injury.
When he heard the shower switch on, he forced himself to head back to the kitchen. But as he began building their sandwiches, he imagined her in the shower. Inhisshower.
Imagined the hot water sluicing over her pale skin and pooling in her belly button. Fantasized about the crystalline droplets clinging to her stiff nipples. Could see quite clearly in his mind’s eye the way her hand rubbed his bar of soap over the length of her body.
Would her fingers find the place between her legs?
Would she tease herself?
Ready herself for him?
“Shit.” In his daydreaming and distraction, he’d spread half the jar of mayonnaise on one slice of bread.
15
Black Knights Inc.
“What’s the verdict?”
Hannah stood in front of BKI’s bank of computers watching lines of code scroll across multiple screens. But she looked up at the sound of Sam’s voice.
And nearly fell off her legs.
He was naked.
Okay, not really.
He had on jeans and his biker boots. But his wide chest was bare. Or, at least ithad beenfor a split second before he pulled a clean T-shirt over his head.
That split second had been enough for her to get an eyeball full of heavy pectoral muscles, flat, brown nipples, and a smattering of dark, crinkly chest hair, though. And from her body’s reaction, he may as well have been fully nude.
H-h-holy hell, he’s h-a-w-t. Straight fire.
A handful of minutes earlier, Peanut, the fat, notch-eared tomcat who’d introduced himself to her by jumping into her lap and licking her chin with his sandpaper tongue, had done as cats were known to do. Which was create mayhem and mischief. He’d batted a full mug of coffee off one of the computer tables and directly into Sam’s lap.
Luckily, it’d been Hannah’s cup. The coffee at BKI was strong enough to wake the dead and she’d added enough cold cream to the concoction so that the liquid had only been lukewarm instead of scalding hot. Otherwise, Sam might’ve gotten a second-degree burn on his nether regions.
And wouldn’tthathave been a crying shame? Especially because, rumor has it, his nether region is a rather fine specimen.
After leaping up and cursing the cat—Peanut had only slow-blinked at Sam before lifting a leg to meticulously bathe his balls—Sam had disappeared upstairs to change. Apparently, he hadn’t felt the need to complete the task before tromping back down to the second floor though.
Now Hannah had a dry mouth, a flip-flopping belly, and a flaming hot pair of panties to contend with.
“Hannah?” His heavy brow was drawn down when he stopped beside her.
“Hmm?” She blinked up at him dreamily.
“I asked if you’ve had any luck?”
“Don’t know.” She shook her head. “Can’t think.”
“Why?” His bearded chin pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m dumbstruck by the sight of your six-pack abs and sexy smile.”
