“Everything okay?” He shrugged his coat off and tossed it over a nearby chair.
She nodded. “Yes.” Deft fingers began working the buttons on her coat. “The room looks beautiful. Not at all what I expected.”
He grinned, pleased that she approved. A woman like Cat deserved only the best. “You were nice enough to volunteer your services. It’s the least I could do to help you relax and make you comfortable.”
“Still, you didn’t have to go through so much trouble,” she said, her voice a rough whisper. She removed her coat, placed it over his, and tipped her head. Sexual tension hung heavy in the air as he stood there basking in the glow of her sensuous body.
He stepped closer. Using the backs of his fingers, he caressed her cheek, surfing the outline of her jaw as he gazed into her eyes. She leaned into him, letting him know she welcomed his touch. He really loved her inhibition and her feminine confidence.
Contrary to what he’d told himself earlier that day, he had the distinct impression that Cat wasn’t anything at all like the other women he’d had sex with.
Damned if that didn’t scare the hell out of him.
Pressing her palms flat against his chest, she splayed her fingers, caressing and exploring his hard angles. The sweet friction penetrated his defenses. His stomach knotted like a pretzel.
“It wasn’t any trouble. Beside, you’re worth it,” he said, knowing he meant every word of it. Her pretty pink tongue slid over her lips. Her sensuous mouth lifted in a half-smile. He watched, transfixed, as his gut rolled. A riot of foreign emotions took hold, leaving him feeling disorientated and perplexed.
Her grateful smile stirred something inside him. His heart hammered. Edging closer, he breathed in her arousing feminine scent. Fuck, he wanted her. Fast and hard. Every fiber in his body demanded he touch her. To push inside her warm sheath. To feel her creamy essence drip over his cock as he claimed her. Branded her. Possessed her. He called on every ounce of strength and coached himself to control his primal urges and slow down, to make this good for her.
He angled his head and anchored her hips to his. It pleased him the way her body liquefied under his touch. Her lashes fluttered shut as their bodies melded. The silky sweep of her hair against his neck flooded him with lust, deepening his need. He feathered his lips over the hollow of her throat and could feel her pulse race.
He framed her face with his hands, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “You look beautiful tonight, Cat. I should have told you that earlier.”
As though moving of their own volition, her legs widened, her eyes glazed with desire. He wedged his thigh in between hers. Heat radiated from her sex and it took all he had not to drop to the ground and press his mouth against her sweet spot. To inhale her, to taste her, to push his tongue all the way inside her hot core. To please her like she’d never been pleased before. He’d always taken the time to satisfy his women, but suddenly her pleasures were of the utmost importance. His old frat house mantra rushed through his mind. When I’m on my knees I aim to please.
“Thanks. You clean up pretty good yourself.” Her voice hitched. Her seductive gaze panned the room and he wondered what she was thinking.
He stroked her cheek. “I want you to relax and enjoy this, Cat.”
“I’m relaxed,” she assured him. “And I’m ready,” she paused and glanced at his bench, “for whatever you have in mind.”
Chapter 3
Relaxed!
Oh yeah, she was relaxed alright. About as relaxed as a pen full of turkeys the day before Thanksgiving. Less than five hours ago she’d never expected to be locked inside a research room with six feet of drop-dead-gorgeous stimuli.
Did life get any better than this?
So what if he’d never paid any attention to her before. So what if she was simply his own personal lab rat, and once this experiment was over, things would go back to normal. Wasn’t that what she wanted, anyway?
“Then let’s begin. Come with me.” Cat accepted his offered hand and let him guide her across the room until they stood before the mirror. To think this bad boy, this playboy, as Jen had referred to him, had gone through so much trouble to make the room perfect in a bid to relax her. He might act the Casanova, but deep down Cat caught glimpses of a true gentleman. She suspected there was much more to him than met the eye. His chivalry warmed her right down to her toes. And the way he took measures to assure her comfort proved Sam was a thoughtful, considerate guy.
The kind of guy she’d choose to settle down with and raise a family. If she ever wanted to settle down, that is. Which she didn’t. She had to put all her energy and concentration into her career if she wanted to make it into the big league. A husband and kids didn’t fit into that plan.
Pressing on her shoulder, he gently eased her down. “Have a seat.”
With her gaze locked on his, Cat lowered herself onto the bench. She suddenly found herself presented with a full, un-obstructed view of his crotch. Ah, and what a lovely crotch it was. As her tongue darted between parched lips, she listened to the slight change in Sam’s breathing as he scrutinized her every movement.
She lifted her eyes and met his penetrating stare. His expression told her nothing. Maybe it was time to do a little experimenting of her own. Just because he had to test her responses didn’t mean she couldn’t test his. Maybe she could show him what he’d been missing all these months.
Sam dropped to his knees, gripped her legs and spread them.
Oh my!
Forget chivalry. Chivalry was
