Her pulse leaped as her heart began to beat wildly. When she turned to look at him, she had to remind herself how to breathe. The intensity of the way he was staring at her robbed her of her very next breath.
Another moan from the research room drew her attention. She had difficulty taking her gaze off Kale. She had to force herself to concentrate on the control panel readouts.
She should be tracking the data, but Kale’s leg rubbing against hers was too distracting. Too arousing. Her skin grew moist and tight as a maelstrom of sensations whipped through her blood.
He pitched his voice low. “I think he licked her.”
Holy hell!
Her breathing grew shallow when he reached out and feathered the pad of his thumb across her lower lip, barely making contact. She almost drew the tip into her mouth for a long, thorough suck. Desire as she’d never experienced before gained her full concentration.
“Tonight when you come over, I’m going to lick you, Erin, to see if I can make you moan like that.” His voice ended in a soft whisper.
Oh God! That got her attention.
Her body reacted to the lust she heard in his voice. She bit down on her bottom lip and anchored herself to her chair, resisting the urge to run to the rooftop to sing out in euphoria. She turned in her seat, and her eyes locked with his. He didn’t have to lick her; his words were enough to elicit such a response.
She felt her nipples swell under his devouring gaze. Raw feminine need flowed through her. Her head began spinning as the room grew thick with the scent of her arousal.
He parted her lips with his thumb. “Only I’m going to make you moan louder.” The wicked gleam in his eyes held all sorts of promises. Something in his expression told her he was more than capable of doing just that.
The corners of his mouth lifted in a half smile as the fine lines around his eyes crinkled. Lord, he was so damn sexy when he turned on the charm and gifted her with one of his naughty playboy grins. A grin so full of sensual wickedness that any woman presented with it would pounce on him like he were a hot fudge sundae while she eagerly shed her panties.
The same way Erin had.
Out of nowhere, an odd surge of jealousy pushed back the lust and made her gut clench. What the hell was that? Cripes, it was disconcerting the way he aroused unwanted emotions in her. Erin took a moment to regroup and gave a silent prayer that her simple plan to play the part of the bad girl and indulge in casual, uncomplicated sex didn’t come back to bite her in the ass.
Her attention glided over his face, then tracked lower to settle on his crotch. Once again lust clawed its way to the surface and overshadowed her battle with the green-eyed monster. Her breathing hitched and her eyes grew wide as she glimpsed his impressive arousal. Her responses to the sight of his erection seemed to please him.
Did the guy have any idea what his teasing was doing to her?
“In fact I’m going to make you scream,” he said, his tone playful, yet so very, very confident.
When her gaze traveled back to his face, his trademark bad-boy grin widened.
Oh yeah! He knew exactly what he was doing. Well, two could play his game.
This time the male subject groaned. Erin placed her hand over Kale’s leg. God, his thighs were so damn hard. The sudden image of her head nestled between them made her throat close over.
Trying for sultry, she leaned in and pitched her voice low. “What do you think, Kale? What did she do to make him groan like that?”
He gave a low growl of longing as sexual tension fired between them. His breath came in a ragged burst and tickled the sensitive flesh on her neck.
She slowly dragged her hand from his lap, linked her fingers together, and touched her tongue to her bottom lip. “I think she licked him.” Her voice was a tight whisper. “Or maybe she drew him deep into her throat. What’s your take, Kale?” Erin touched her fingertips to her neck and stroked up and down, mimicking what she’d like to do to him. “Do you think she drew him into her throat?”
Kale growled louder and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His sounds of pleasure and need blended with the muted sex sounds coming from the corner speaker. The lust, agony, and sexual frustration swamping him were visible on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound formed.
Lord, by the look in his eyes, he was never going to make it until tonight. Erin knew that if Kale hadn’t taken her edge off in the elevator, she’d have gone up in flames by now.
She inched her legs open, giving him an unobstructed view of her moist sex, driving him even wilder as she enjoyed for a moment having the upper hand. Erin had never reduced a man to putty before, and she had to admit, she quite enjoyed it. Frazzling a renowned playboy like Kale was such an empowering feeling.
Kale’s gaze dropped to her arousal-drenched crevice. He scrubbed his hand over his chin and shook his head in agony. “Sweet fuck,” he murmured.
Her heady female aroma mingled with his and reached Kale’s nostrils. He drew a deep breath as his hands snaked out to cup the back of her neck.
The sight of her bare sex had washed the grin from his face. The change occurred so swiftly, it amazed her.
He cleared his throat and bent forward, his eyes dark and richly seductive. “You are such a bad girl, Erin, and so very naughty.”
He tangled his hands through her hair and brought her lips close to his. She instinctively closed her hands over his arms and felt his corded muscles bunch. His eyes turned lustful, reflecting his every
