stepped between her legs, his face inches
from hers. “I beg to differ, babe.”
His words caught her up short. “Why?”
“Because of all the people in this world,
you know me. You get me. My agent was clicking his teeth at the
money involved, and my publicist would kill to work on a project
like this.” He frowned, a testament to how few people in his inner
circle had his own interests completely at heart.
“And it goes without saying that Melanie
would like to lasso me and drag me kicking and screaming to the
studio lot since it suits her needs. So I have no one to turn to
except myself. And you. If I didn’t want or trust your judgment, I
wouldn’t have asked.”
“Oh.” Her mouth had grown dry at his
admission.
Her heart squeezed tight at the possibility
that just maybe he was placing her in a position of importance in
his life. She was too afraid to ask.
She’d rather reach out and enjoy
now
as she’d promised herself she’d do. And with him
settled between her thighs, his lips inches from hers, he was in a
prime position for her to do exactly that.
Chapter
Five
Dylan had noticed the uncertainty in Holly’s
eyes from the moment she joined him in the kitchen. It wasn’t him
she mistrusted but the lure of his career. That’s what had taken
him away from her before. Damned if he knew how to convince her
that she was exactly what he needed, not just in his life as a
friend, but an integral part of it.
He didn’t have time to think, let alone
talk, any more, not when she was linking her ankles behind his back
and pulling him deeper into the vee of her legs. Though the
rational part of him knew she was using sex to escape serious
discussion, desire flooded him, the need to be inside her again
all-consuming.
“Holly,” he said, trying to refocus her
thoughts as well as his.
“Dylan,” she mimicked, her hands sliding
into the waistband of his jeans.
She pushed herself forward on the counter
until she sat at the very edge and he was nestled between her
thighs. He couldn’t mistake her intent or her need. The warmth and
heat emanating from her body called to him in a primitive way he
couldn’t mistake. His body throbbed, his erection thrusting against
his jeans, and suddenly discussion could definitely wait.
Eyes glittering, she met his gaze. “You were
saying?”
He shook his head. “It’ll keep.” His
surprise would make a better gift given at the right time.
“I thought so. Now, how about letting me
have my wicked way with you?” Her lips turned upward in a seductive
grin.
He still wasn’t used to this teasing side of
her, but he sure liked it. “What’d you have in mind?”
She hopped down from the counter, and with
deft hands, she opened his jeans. As he watched, his breath coming
in shorter and shorter gasps, she pulled the denim over his hips
and thighs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked the pants
aside. His briefs quickly followed, and his freed erection sprang
to life.
Pulse pounding, heart racing, he met her
gaze. “What now?”
She patted the counter where she’d once sat.
“Have a seat.”
He complied, shivering when the Formica
touched his bare skin. “Damn, that’s cold.”
“Don’t worry. I have every intention of
warming you,” she said, her voice hot and thick. “Do you remember
what my favorite ice cream topping is?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing it’s
still that Marshmallow Fluff you were just eating.”
She reached for the jar and brought it
beside him. He glanced from the gooey white fluff to the wicked
gleam in her eyes. “You wouldn’t,” he said, the blood rushing in
his ears at the very thoughts soaring through his head.
“You don’t think I would?” She dabbed her
finger into the jar and slowly placed it into her mouth, sucking
the crème from her finger with her tongue, grazing with her teeth,
all her movements deliberately, seductively slow.
His erection throbbed harder and his mouth
grew dry.
“Well?” she
from hers. “I beg to differ, babe.”
His words caught her up short. “Why?”
“Because of all the people in this world,
you know me. You get me. My agent was clicking his teeth at the
money involved, and my publicist would kill to work on a project
like this.” He frowned, a testament to how few people in his inner
circle had his own interests completely at heart.
“And it goes without saying that Melanie
would like to lasso me and drag me kicking and screaming to the
studio lot since it suits her needs. So I have no one to turn to
except myself. And you. If I didn’t want or trust your judgment, I
wouldn’t have asked.”
“Oh.” Her mouth had grown dry at his
admission.
Her heart squeezed tight at the possibility
that just maybe he was placing her in a position of importance in
his life. She was too afraid to ask.
She’d rather reach out and enjoy
now
as she’d promised herself she’d do. And with him
settled between her thighs, his lips inches from hers, he was in a
prime position for her to do exactly that.
Chapter
Five
Dylan had noticed the uncertainty in Holly’s
eyes from the moment she joined him in the kitchen. It wasn’t him
she mistrusted but the lure of his career. That’s what had taken
him away from her before. Damned if he knew how to convince her
that she was exactly what he needed, not just in his life as a
friend, but an integral part of it.
He didn’t have time to think, let alone
talk, any more, not when she was linking her ankles behind his back
and pulling him deeper into the vee of her legs. Though the
rational part of him knew she was using sex to escape serious
discussion, desire flooded him, the need to be inside her again
all-consuming.
“Holly,” he said, trying to refocus her
thoughts as well as his.
“Dylan,” she mimicked, her hands sliding
into the waistband of his jeans.
She pushed herself forward on the counter
until she sat at the very edge and he was nestled between her
thighs. He couldn’t mistake her intent or her need. The warmth and
heat emanating from her body called to him in a primitive way he
couldn’t mistake. His body throbbed, his erection thrusting against
his jeans, and suddenly discussion could definitely wait.
Eyes glittering, she met his gaze. “You were
saying?”
He shook his head. “It’ll keep.” His
surprise would make a better gift given at the right time.
“I thought so. Now, how about letting me
have my wicked way with you?” Her lips turned upward in a seductive
grin.
He still wasn’t used to this teasing side of
her, but he sure liked it. “What’d you have in mind?”
She hopped down from the counter, and with
deft hands, she opened his jeans. As he watched, his breath coming
in shorter and shorter gasps, she pulled the denim over his hips
and thighs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked the pants
aside. His briefs quickly followed, and his freed erection sprang
to life.
Pulse pounding, heart racing, he met her
gaze. “What now?”
She patted the counter where she’d once sat.
“Have a seat.”
He complied, shivering when the Formica
touched his bare skin. “Damn, that’s cold.”
“Don’t worry. I have every intention of
warming you,” she said, her voice hot and thick. “Do you remember
what my favorite ice cream topping is?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing it’s
still that Marshmallow Fluff you were just eating.”
She reached for the jar and brought it
beside him. He glanced from the gooey white fluff to the wicked
gleam in her eyes. “You wouldn’t,” he said, the blood rushing in
his ears at the very thoughts soaring through his head.
“You don’t think I would?” She dabbed her
finger into the jar and slowly placed it into her mouth, sucking
the crème from her finger with her tongue, grazing with her teeth,
all her movements deliberately, seductively slow.
His erection throbbed harder and his mouth
grew dry.
“Well?” she
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