“Being bad. We’d broken our no-touching rule.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “We’re still breaking it.”
And that’s when she realized she’d been caressing his thigh. Back and forth, up and down. Pent-up energy that had escaped without her conscious knowledge. She stilled her hand, but she couldn’t remove it from his leg. Her willpower to resist this man had crumbled. “We. Are. Naughty.”
His sinfully wicked grin made her tremble. “I could be if given the opportunity.”
Heat blasted through her and she chugged her water, desperate for relief.
“Being with you has a dangerous, intoxicating effect on me,” he said. “I haven’t had a tension headache all day. For the moment, I’m not obsessing over work. But I am consumed with a constant desire to kiss you, like I’m possessed.”
Breaking eye contact, Savannah doused the warm, doughy goodness in honey and offered him the dessert. “This’ll cure you.”
“I have a strong feeling this won’t, but I know what will.” Her insides tightened as he wrapped his hand around hers. As she slid the sugary pastry inside, she whimpered.
Their connection remained unwavering.
“You like?” she asked when he’d finished.
He nodded. “I like a lot.”
Based on the searing look in his eyes, she suspected his answer had nothing whatsoever to do with the sopapilla.
“Do you like this?” She brushed her tongue over his lower lip before kissing him. “Mmm. So sweet.”
“Jesus, Savannah, do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Not a clue,” she said, peeking up at him.
Dipping his head, he kissed her. Electricity ran rampant through her sex-starved body. She couldn’t stop trembling and she couldn’t steady her breathing.
“How ‘bout you?” he asked. “Honey or the sugar mixture?”
“I’ll eat anything covered in honey.”
“I’ll remember that.” He drizzled honey on the fluffy crust and held it out for her. “Come and get it.”
“Why don’t you put it in my mouth?”
His raspy moan made her panties wet. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” When he slid the edge of the dessert into her mouth, she bit off a chunk. While she chewed, his gaze drilled into her, his eyes jet black with desire.
“More?”
“It’s what I want, but it’s not what I need.” Leaning up, she kissed him, savoring his lips pressed to hers, his musky smell, and the promise of what they were going to do next.
His gritty groan sliced through the air and she anchored her hand on his thigh once again.
“What do you need, Savannah?”
“You,” she murmured. “I need you.”
“We shouldn’t take this any further.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” she replied. “But we will.”
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