a helpless moan. “You’re not supposed to get aroused, Dylan.”
“You already used that line this morning.” He leaned in for another kiss.
Laughing, she pressed against his chest. “I’m serious.”
He took a deep breath to calm down. “You’re right. I need to stay focused on tomorrow.”
“Yes, you do,” she said, always the voice of reason.
He gave her face a slow onceover, realizing she had skin like porcelain. “Where are your glasses?”
Frowning at him, she said, “In my apartment. They slide down my face when I work out.”
Skimming his hands up her back, he said, “So, you’re not completely blind without them?”
She felt around his chest and shoulders, her gaze averted. “No. Who are you, again?”
For some reason, even in jest, he didn’t like the idea of her kissing someone else. He pulled her up against his stubborn erection. She purred.
“Let me remind you, Doctor…”
Clutching her head in both hands, he plundered her mouth, his tongue diving deep. He’d make damn sure it was his taste she remembered during a luscious buffet, his touch during a luxurious rubdown.
She met him with equal force, her kiss ripe with the need he’d left unanswered. He wanted nothing more than to please her, but he also didn’t want to scare her off. After the welcome he’d received in the racquetball court, he didn’t want to take any chances.
But damn, the woman could kiss.
Breaking away, she ran her fingers over his stubble, her breathing labored. “We have to stop this.”
Hell. “You’re right...” He ran a hand down his face.
She moved to rise. He held her in place, unwilling to part just yet.
“Tell me about one of your lucky days, Teague.”
Her eyes widened. “Mine?”
The tone of her voice almost made it sound like no one ever asked her about her life.
“Yeah,” he said, “and it can’t be the day you passed the SAT with a perfect score at the age of five.”
Smiling, she stared at his mouth as she ran the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. His tongue snaked out to taste it.
“A lucky day…” She sighed. “I guess the day I stepped off the plane in Germany for a summer internship. A group of my college classmates and I raised money to work at the University of Cologne. We spent the summer working with genetics and traveling through Europe.”
If she kept staring at his mouth like that, they would have to postpone his enhancement installation. Mitchell would not be happy. He had to keep her talking.
“Sweet. What was your favorite part of the summer?“
Her palms trailed over his chest and shoulders, reminding him of a sculptor with clay. Leaning close, she kissed his throat. His body went into full alert.
“No stress. I didn’t have to work and go to school. I just worked with the university team during the day, and relaxed otherwise.”
He placed a strand of raven hair behind her ear. “No rich parents to get you through college?”
She shook her head, her palm stilling on his chest. “No parents, period.”
The underlying pain in her voice made him tighten his hold on her. Coming from a family of five sisters and dozens of cousins, he couldn’t imagine life without them.
“I guess I don’t have to ask about your unlucky day…” he said, in a low voice.
Her downturned mouth made his gut burn. “It was the day my father died.”
He linked his fingers with hers on his chest. She wouldn’t look at him.
“Were you young?”
Nodding, she said, “I was five.”
Damn, she was just a baby…
“So, it was just you and your mother? Any brothers and sisters?”
Shaking her head, she said, “My mother died five months before my father.”
He stiffened, his brows knitting in surprise. “What happened?”
She leaned her forehead against his chest, her hair tickling his nose. “I was told my mother died of cancer, my father of heart disease.” She let out a bitter laugh. “I’m cursed, McCall.”
With a loud sigh, she backed away from
“You already used that line this morning.” He leaned in for another kiss.
Laughing, she pressed against his chest. “I’m serious.”
He took a deep breath to calm down. “You’re right. I need to stay focused on tomorrow.”
“Yes, you do,” she said, always the voice of reason.
He gave her face a slow onceover, realizing she had skin like porcelain. “Where are your glasses?”
Frowning at him, she said, “In my apartment. They slide down my face when I work out.”
Skimming his hands up her back, he said, “So, you’re not completely blind without them?”
She felt around his chest and shoulders, her gaze averted. “No. Who are you, again?”
For some reason, even in jest, he didn’t like the idea of her kissing someone else. He pulled her up against his stubborn erection. She purred.
“Let me remind you, Doctor…”
Clutching her head in both hands, he plundered her mouth, his tongue diving deep. He’d make damn sure it was his taste she remembered during a luscious buffet, his touch during a luxurious rubdown.
She met him with equal force, her kiss ripe with the need he’d left unanswered. He wanted nothing more than to please her, but he also didn’t want to scare her off. After the welcome he’d received in the racquetball court, he didn’t want to take any chances.
But damn, the woman could kiss.
Breaking away, she ran her fingers over his stubble, her breathing labored. “We have to stop this.”
Hell. “You’re right...” He ran a hand down his face.
She moved to rise. He held her in place, unwilling to part just yet.
“Tell me about one of your lucky days, Teague.”
Her eyes widened. “Mine?”
The tone of her voice almost made it sound like no one ever asked her about her life.
“Yeah,” he said, “and it can’t be the day you passed the SAT with a perfect score at the age of five.”
Smiling, she stared at his mouth as she ran the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. His tongue snaked out to taste it.
“A lucky day…” She sighed. “I guess the day I stepped off the plane in Germany for a summer internship. A group of my college classmates and I raised money to work at the University of Cologne. We spent the summer working with genetics and traveling through Europe.”
If she kept staring at his mouth like that, they would have to postpone his enhancement installation. Mitchell would not be happy. He had to keep her talking.
“Sweet. What was your favorite part of the summer?“
Her palms trailed over his chest and shoulders, reminding him of a sculptor with clay. Leaning close, she kissed his throat. His body went into full alert.
“No stress. I didn’t have to work and go to school. I just worked with the university team during the day, and relaxed otherwise.”
He placed a strand of raven hair behind her ear. “No rich parents to get you through college?”
She shook her head, her palm stilling on his chest. “No parents, period.”
The underlying pain in her voice made him tighten his hold on her. Coming from a family of five sisters and dozens of cousins, he couldn’t imagine life without them.
“I guess I don’t have to ask about your unlucky day…” he said, in a low voice.
Her downturned mouth made his gut burn. “It was the day my father died.”
He linked his fingers with hers on his chest. She wouldn’t look at him.
“Were you young?”
Nodding, she said, “I was five.”
Damn, she was just a baby…
“So, it was just you and your mother? Any brothers and sisters?”
Shaking her head, she said, “My mother died five months before my father.”
He stiffened, his brows knitting in surprise. “What happened?”
She leaned her forehead against his chest, her hair tickling his nose. “I was told my mother died of cancer, my father of heart disease.” She let out a bitter laugh. “I’m cursed, McCall.”
With a loud sigh, she backed away from
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