She said nothing. She was a tall woman, but he was taller. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I want to strip you naked and make you moan my name.”
The click of her swallow was loud in the quiet room.
“So,” she said, her voice shaky and almost breathless. “Not irritated.”
“Believe me, I am definitely irritated that I can’t take you to bed.”
“Why?”
“Because, every time you call, every little interaction has been like foreplay. Then, that kiss…I want my mouth on you again.”
Another swallow before she turned her head to look at him. Her gaze studied him. “I meant, why can’t you?”
Fuck, his dick shoved against the zipper of his jeans.
“You’re recovering.”
Even to his own ears, he didn’t sound convincing.
She stepped closer, bringing her scent to him. He had never been a man who liked the smell of flowers, but with her…it was different. Everything about Lila seemed to turn him on.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
She shrugged as she settled her hands against his chest. “Like you want to devour me.”
Because he wanted to. There would never be a time when he didn’t want her. As hunger wound through him, he tried to hold it at bay. Yes, she was looking better, but the concussion she’d had was pretty bad.
“I think it’s my turn to say to stop thinking.”
“Your turn?”
She smiled. “This is new. I like it.”
He stopped her even though she was close enough to feel her heat. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
Her mouth curved. “Yeah, I do.”
“If you give yourself to me, you’re mine. You get that, right?”
“You’re way too serious.”
Was she kidding? “Lila, I mean it. If you disappear, I will hunt you down.”
“Let’s be honest with each other. You would do that anyway.”
He opened his mouth to argue with her, but she pressed closer. There would be no mistaking the bulge in his pants, not when she was rubbing against it. It was impossible to keep his hands off her. He settled them on her waist. As he prepared to set her away from him, she moaned. The sound of it sent another wave of need surging through his veins.
She was killing him. There was no way he had any blood left in his brain. His cock was so damned hard that there would probably be permanent indentions from his zipper. Lila slipped her hands up his chest to his shoulders. The scent of roses filled the area around him. His head was spinning.
Rising to her tiptoes, she nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth.
“Lila, you’re playing with fire.”
“Don’t worry, Ian, I’m used to getting burned. The question is if you can handle it.”
