He was going to take them off. Putting her hand over his, she waited until he lifted his head. “Sean…” The way he was looking at her was intoxicating, with all the dazed heat. “Not here.”
“You feel it, too.”
“I always have.”
He went very still, then skimmed a slow hand up and down her spine. “I’m not sure what to do with all this wanting, Carly.”
For the first time, the name Carly wasn’t a heart stopper. It didn’t make her sad, because suddenly she no longer yearned to hear him call her Carlyne. She liked Carly.
She wanted to be her.
Maybe, after she told him the truth tonight, she could find a way to make that happen, could find a way to meld both her lives together into one she could live with. In his embrace, she could almost imagine everything would be okay.
He bent his head and kissed her again, softly. “I can feel you,” he whispered. “Your skin, your curves, your heat. Why are you hiding all that from me? Don’t you know how beautiful you are?”
Tears stung her eyes. Had a man ever been so attracted to her? Never. And it was now, when she was looking about as bad as she could look, that it really hit home.
He wanted her no matter what she looked like. He was attracted to what she was on the inside. That simple. “Sean, we…need to talk.”
“Hmm.” He occupied himself with kissing her neck, then tugged away the sweater to expose more skin.
“Really. Talk first.” But her voice was weak.
He found her collarbone, and she let out a helpless hum. He had one hand at the small of her back, urging her closer, his other slipping down, down, cupping her bottom while he slowly rocked his erection against her.
A hungry, desperate groan escaped each of them, interrupted by a knock at the door.
Slowly, very slowly, Sean lifted his head, his breathing rough and ragged. “Coming,” he called, his voice a bit hoarse. “Let’s go home,” he whispered to Carly. “Now.”
“To talk.”
“To everything.”
9
SEAN OPENED the bathroom door and stared into the startled faces of Sam and his wife, Helena. His hosts.
“Sean,” Sam said with amusement.
Helena looked Carly over with interest and lifted a brow. She’d been trying to set Sean up with one girlfriend after another for the better part of a year. “Well, hello.”
“Having fun, are we?” Sam asked with a wide grin.
“Sorry for the holdup. We…need to go.”
“I see.” Helena kissed his cheek. “Nice seeing you.”
“Thanks.” Sean took Carly’s hand and led her through the crowded house toward the door.
They were stopped time after time by clients, friends of clients, would-be clients. Frustrated, he abruptly changed tactics and took them through the living room, which had been cleared to allow dancing. There, he headed toward the sliding glass door, which led to the open yard.
“Slow down,” Carly whispered breathlessly.
On the patio, he turned, reached for her. Their bodies brushed together, then again, deliberately. He ran a hand down her back, urging her even closer. “I can’t get you out of my head, Carly. How you taste, how you feel. The sounds you make when I touch you.”
He was gratified to see her eyes glaze over. “Still want me to slow down?” he teased.
“No.”
From the yard they could walk to the front, get in his car and get home. To his bed.
But the night was so lovely. Warm yet breezy, the air carried the scent of the ocean, which was just beyond the property past the bluffs. The sky was littered with stars, like diamonds on a blanket of black velvet. And the music, soft now, drifted over them. He pulled her into his arms.
“What are we doing?”
“Dancing.” No hurry, he realized, because here, right here in the moment, was very nice, too. He took her hand, leading her off the lit deck into the shadows, where the grass was thick and luxurious beneath their feet, where the night shaded them from view. Her breath caught when he pulled her close, and at the sound, his entire body tightened.
“Sean-”
“Relax,” he said softly in her ear.
“I’m going to have a little trouble with that,” she said on a little laugh. “When I’m in your arms like this, I can’t seem to think. Your body… Well,” she said, sounding embarrassed.
“Don’t stop there.”
She gave a self-conscious smile that lit his heart. “My face feels hot, and the fire is spreading.”
He hoped to put that fire out by the end of the evening. “Ease up against me.” He let out a rough groan when she did. “Yeah. Like that.” He’d never thought of her as a particularly petite woman. How could he when she’d always covered herself in so many layers? But here, now, with his hands roaming her body, she felt so slender, so feminine. His attraction to her hadn’t had anything to do with her body, but now that it touched his like this, he changed his mind.
When he swayed, she swayed, and when he turned, she turned. Perfectly in sync, as if they’d been together forever. “You feel so good,” he murmured, loving how her arms were tight around his neck, the way her breath brushed against his neck.
They stayed like that, closer than close, moving together sensuously, erotically, until finally the music stopped.
After a long, reluctant moment, she released him and stepped back.
“That was real nice, Carly.”
“I don’t know… Sean, I don’t want this evening to be over. I don’t want things to change.”
There was a sadness in her eyes he didn’t understand. “Why would they?”
“It’s complicated.”
No doubt. Everything good was. “One more dance,” he whispered when the band started again, and when she hesitated he pulled her into his arms.
IT WAS RIGHT where Carlyne wanted to be, in Sean’s arms. Oh, how she wanted that. It was a homecoming, a delicious cool drink after a day too long in the sun. His breath was warm against hers. His fingers slow and sure at the base of her spine, stroking softly, his strong legs pressed against hers.
And when he closed his eyes, pressing a sweet kiss to her temple, she nearly cried.
She’d never known such tenderness.
The wind teased their bodies. The night noises added to the beautiful, haunting music, to the scent of the sea, to the most amazing man in her arms. Her fingers played in his hair. Her other hand, entangled with his, lay against his thigh, which was taut.
Swaying softly.
Kissing lightly.
Touching gently.
Carlyne had danced with many, many men in her life. She’d been stepped on, hit on and had had to lead. But not with this man. Sean O’Mara was an extraordinarily sensual dancer, and for the first time ever, she became one, too.
It didn’t take but a moment for the embrace to change, to deepen. Intensify. Until now, dancing had been only an obligation, something that was expected.
