New and…Improved? & Andrew in Excess by Jill Shalvis Page A

after it must have been gone, his thumb played over the most sensitive part of her mouth. Back and forth until she parted her lips and his eyes darkened even more. “You’re touching me. Thought that was a no-no.”
    â€œIt was. Is.” But he still did it.
    Before she could stop herself, her tongue dartedout and touched his finger, drawing it into her mouth.
    A half growl, half moan came from deep within his throat. Her knees threatened to give at the erotically shattering sound.
    â€œTonight, then.” His voice was deep and sexy.
    â€œYes.” And as he walked away, she had the feeling her next adventure had already begun.

6
    W ORK WAS B ECCA’S SALVATION that day, it kept her mind busy. She sat talking with Dennis, going over some of their latest samples, correlating some of their findings.
    Or at least she was correlating, Dennis was teasing.
    He slid a finger up her arm, bared by another one of her new shirt dresses. “Come on, one more night,” he coaxed. “Give me just one more night and I swear, I’ll ruin you for all other men.”
    Because she knew he was just kidding, she shot him a sultry smile. “But then I’ll ruin you for all other women, too, and then what would you do?”
    He laughed and they bent over their work once again. “I had a great time with you the other night,” he said after a moment. “I just wanted you to know that.”
    His pretty blue eyes were genuine, and for once he wasn’t crowding into her space, flirting. “I had fun, too,” she said.
    â€œBefore or after you danced with Kent?”
    She opened her mouth, but had to close it again.
    â€œIt was hard to miss those sparks flying between the two of you. Real hard.”
    She busied her hands. Dennis stilled them by setting his bigger one over hers. “You’re looking pretty amazing, Bec. If good old Kent keeps getting hives over the thought of a relationship, let me know. I betcha I could get it right.”
    He probably could. And maybe a few days ago she might have let him try. But suddenly her heart wasn’t in any sort of casual relationship adventure. No, she wanted more.
    She wanted it all.
    Â 
    T HIS IS STUPID . Kent told himself over and over again as he showered, dressed and drove to pick up Becca. A date. With a woman he not only worked with, but one who was his friend. It was trouble with a capital T, no matter how he looked at it. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
    But then her door opened and Becca was standing there, smiling at him, such an absolute vision she took his breath. She wore a long floral dress, with a row of tiny, delicate buttons down the front that begged a man to go after them one at a time. The lace bodice scooped low enough to show offrich, warm looking curves and the skirt flared gently over her slim hips.
    He thought he might never get used to seeing her, really seeing her. But it wasn’t the outfit that stunned him, or even her glorious body.
    It was her eyes, and the way they sparkled with excitement, fear, nerves…everything he was feeling. Warning signals went off in his head, blaring, honking, tooting. Beware. Attachment alert!
    You’re falling, your parachute has failed and there’s no back-up equipment.
    Vacate the premises immediately.
    No. No, he was fine. All he had to do was remind them both, right this second, that this was just fun. No future. No commitment. Just fun.
    Yeah, that’s all he had to do. He took the last step, until he stood in the doorway with her, gripping the jamb with either hand, a mere inch separating their bodies.
    Say it.
    Oh, man. Her eyes were huge and full of mysteries, and he had this strange, burning desire to know each of them.
    And just when he needed it the most, the panicking little voice inside his head went silent.
    When her breath caught at their closeness, hisblood surged with heat, but it was the tenderness and affection that floored him.
    It felt right