lips just too tempting to resist. His hands smoothed over her face as his tongue invaded her mouth. A tiny sigh slipped from her throat and when he finally drew away, she didn't open her eyes for a long time.
'Where are we going?' she murmured.
'I don't know. Anywhere. As long as it's with you.'
'I-I have a car outside,' she offered.
'Let's go.'
When they got to the street, Lily handed the parking attendant a card. He made a quick phone call and a few seconds later a limo pulled up to the curb.
Brian ignored the car until Lily started toward it. The parking attendant held open the door and she slipped inside, then looked back out at Brian.
'When you said car, I figured you meant Toyota or Ford,' he said.
'It's a limo,' she called, leaning out the door.
'I can see that,' he said, getting inside.
'Do you want to take your car?'
Brian thought about the beat-up Chevy parked in a public lot a few blocks away and compared it to the luxurious leather interior. 'No, this will do just fine.'
'Where to?' the chauffeur asked, watching them in the rearview mirror.
Brian looked at Lily, deciding to leave it up to her. 'Where would you like to go?' he asked softly, his gaze fixed on her lips.
'Just drive,' she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. 'Take us to see the sights.'
The privacy screen whirred as it rose, but all Brian could really hear was the thud of his heart as he pulled Lily into his arms.
2
He pressed her back into the soft leather seats, pulling her body beneath his, his mouth covering hers in a deep kiss. Lily moaned softly, her head spinning with the taste of him, her hands running over his body frantically. She knew she ought to stop, that she should want to stop. This was crazy!
She'd just met him a few hours before, but from the moment he'd looked at her, she'd been captivated, every nerve in her body jangling with anticipation. Lily shoved her hands beneath his jacket, pushing it over his shoulders. With a low groan, Brian tugged it off, his lips never leaving hers.
Lily knew if she asked him to stop, he would. There was something about Brian Quinn that she trusted, even if her instincts told her to be careful. But she didn't want to stop. As long as they stayed in the limo with the driver on the other side of the glass, then she'd be in complete control.
As her fingers fumbled with his bow tie, Lily felt her heart begin to race. This instant attraction they felt for each other was too much to deny. It was powerful, magnetic, an unseen force that seemed to propel them closer and closer to intimacy. She should be able to resist, but with every kiss and every touch, her inhibitions dissolved.
Was this really what she wanted, to throw herself into the arms of a stranger simply to satisfy a craving? His hands skimmed over the bodice of her dress and grasped her hips, pulling her close.
As he drew her beneath him, the fabric of her wide skirt billowed around them, creating a barrier as effective as any chastity belt. He stilled his frenetic exploration of her clothing, cursing softly. 'What are you hiding under there?'
Lily giggled. 'If I would have known I'd end up here, I would have chosen a different dress.' Something shorter, with buttons down the front, she mused.
Brian grinned, then glanced out the window. 'The PublicGarden,' he murmured. 'And Boston Common is coming up. There's a statue of George Washington that you might be interested in seeing.'
'Forget the sights,' Lily said, grabbing the front of his pleated shirt and dragging him back down. 'I'll see them later.'
His gaze raked over her features and settled on her lips. 'Lily, are you trying to seduce me?'
'If you have to ask, then I guess I'm doing a pretty poor job of it.' Lily sighed. 'I've never really seduced a man before.'
Brian smoothed his palm over her cheek, then let it drift down her neck. 'Believe me, you're doing just fine.' He slipped his fingers under the spaghetti strap of her gown, toyed with it for a moment and pushed it off her shoulder. 'Tell me what you want,' he murmured as he pressed his mouth to her collarbone.
'That's nice,' she said. He let his hand drift down further until his fingers brushed along the swell of her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath. 'Oh, and that's nice, too.'
'Tell me,' he urged, running his fingers along the edge of her dress, back and forth in a lazy caress. Her skin began to tingle and Lily closed her eyes and arched up, bracing herself on her elbows. Suddenly, she wasn't the person in charge of this seduction, he was. 'I want your hands on my body,' she whispered as her inhibitions slowly dissolved.
She felt his hands circle her waist and then, in one easy movement, he pulled her up to sit on the seat across from him. Her skirts billowed up around them, but he brushed them aside and took her foot in his hand. 'I was beginning to wonder if you had legs underneath this skirt.' He slipped her left shoe off and gently massaged her foot.
Lily moaned softly, leaning back into the seat. When she'd asked him to touch her, she hadn't had a foot massage in mind. But as he rubbed his thumbs into the arch of her foot, she was surprised at how sensual the caress was-especially when he set her foot between his legs and slid his hands up her calf.
Her foot rested in a very intimate spot, and every time he moved, it rubbed against his growing erection. Lily had never considered the sole of her foot to be an erogenous zone, but as his hands traveled upward to her knees and then her thighs, she knew she'd be learning a few things about seduction from Brian Quinn.
Lily wondered where they'd stop-or whether they'd stop at all. Since she couldn't see what he was doing beneath her dress, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his warm palms on her skin.
And when he moved to her inner thighs, she held her breath. 'Look at that,' he murmured.
Lily opened her eyes.
'ParkStreetChurch,' he said, nodding toward the window. 'The tall steeple just over there. And the Boston Athenaeum and the Old Granary Burying Ground. Lots of famous Revolutionary War soldiers are buried there.' His hand slid a bit higher and Lily sucked in a sharp breath. 'Including Paul Revere.' And then he was moving again, running his fingers up and over her hips. He caught the lace of her panties with his fingers and slowly began to tug them down. Lily shifted and they slipped to her knees and then off her feet.
Brian held them up and examined the lacy scrap of lingerie. 'I love black underwear.'
Lily leaned forward, but her skirts once again billowed up between them. She shoved the fabric down, then knelt in front of him. Though he'd lost his jacket and tie, his shirt was still buttoned to the neck. With nimble fingers, Lily reached out and began to work on the studs.
When she'd brushed the shirt aside, she smoothed her hands over his chest, hard and muscular. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the soft dusting of hair beneath his collarbone. Working her way down, she kissed a trail to his belly. But when she let her fingers drop to his trousers, Brian grabbed her hands and drew them away.
'Are you sure about this, Lily?'
She smiled. He didn't have to be such a gentleman, but Lily was glad that he made the attempt. 'There's nothing wrong with two…' She moved back to his trousers. 'Consenting adults…' She worked the button open. 'Engaging in mutually satisfying…' She slowly drew the zipper down. 'Sex.'
Most guys had probably dreamed about hearing those very words. And Lily had never expected that she might be the one to say them. But she'd had enough of 'relationships.' What was wrong with taking pleasure where she found it? She'd always wanted to make more out of a simple sexual attraction and that had only led to disappointment.
