Okay, fine, she thought.Let him stand there and vacillate. As for me? I know what I want.
The first step she took in his direction had his chin jerking back. The second had him shuffling backward. The third saw the backs of his legs hitting her nightstand, effectively ending his retreat. And the fourth brought her within six inches of him.
Close enough to hear his subtle growl of unease. Close enough to feel his body heat radiating out to tease and tantalize. Close enough to hook one finger into the waistband of his jeans and give him a little tug.
It wasn’t hard enough to move him. But her eyes were level with his strong, tan throat. So she didn’t miss the jerky bob of his Adam’s apple.
It was the most gratifying sight she’d ever seen. She decided she quitelikedturning the tables on him. Being the one who was propositioning, who was…pursuing.
Gone was his confident swagger. Gone was his practiced charm. In their places stood a man who wasn’t quite sure what to do with the determined woman in front of him.
But Eliza knew exactly what to do.
Framing his face with her hands, she went up on tiptoe.
“Liza, I?—”
She placed a finger over his perfect lips. Goose bumps lifted the hairs on her arms when his warm breath bathed the digit. “Shut up and kiss me, Fish.”
When he opened his mouth to protest, she silenced him by leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his.
The instant she made contact, she smiled. His gorgeous lips were just as she’d imagined, simultaneously soft and firm. And yet it was all better than she’d imagined. Because his breath was wonderfully warm and tasted of hot chocolate, and his beard stubble was deliciously raspy against her palms.
Humming her pleasure, she tipped her head slightly and softly ran the tip of her tongue along the seem of his lips. Just a quick caress. Just a delicate taste.
And…that’s when her courage failed her.
The movies made it seem like that’s all it took. Just one small kiss from the heroine and the hero was overcome with passion, crushing her to him, ravaging her silly. But that was fantasy and this was reality. And in reality, all Fisher did was go stalk-still and stiff as a board.
She was tempted to step back and drop her hands. To chalk the entire experience up to one massive failure and an exercise in abject embarrassment.
Maybe if I slink away now, I’ll be able to salvage an infinitesimal amount of my pride. Because despite all his propositions and suggestive words, he’s obviously not into this.
Then again, if she slunk away, if she left things as they were and didn’t try to press her advantage, she’d probably never work up the nerve to try again.
This is it. It’s now or never.Makehim lose his reservations.
Right.Right!But how was she supposed to do that?
She had no idea how to play the temptress. The handful of men she’d been with over the years had been the eager, excitable sort. All too willing to take the reins and ride off into the sexual sunset without waiting for her to do much in the way of persuasion or even participation—Charlie included.
Not only had that proved to be terribly unsatisfying, but it also meant she’d never been given the opportunity to practice her skills of seduction.
For all intents and purposes, she was a novice. Which shouldn’t have mattered becausehewas supposed to be the professional when it came to this stuff.Ugh!
She was about to raise the white flag when a thought occurred…
Shehadrecently gotten hooked on a series of alien romance novels—thanks to Hannah Blue. And the books were nothing if not…well…educational.
Racking her brain, she recalled how the heroines of the series seduced the big, blue aliens when the latter were being stubborn or recalcitrant. As she replayed the titillating scenes in her head, she noticed a pattern.
A pattern that was easily repeatable.
Let’s just hope it works on big, reluctant humans as well as it seems to work on big, blue aliens.
First step, lessen the distance between their bodies.
According to the books, the aliens with the vibrating penises—if only that existed in real life—couldn’t resist the feel of breasts pressed against their hard, muscled chests.
