tumble into his heated gaze.
The intensity in the gray depths held me over the edge. I clung to him as he kissed me softly, licking along my lips. His raspy voice slid through me. “I can’t wait to get you alone, taste you again. I woke needing to feel your release on my tongue, and you weren’t there.”
I gasped when he nipped my ear.
“Why did you run, Shas?”
“I-I didn’t.” The denial seemed weak, even to me.
“You tip toed out on bare feet, clear to the lobby.”
How did he know?
“Babe. You tip toed past concierge and the doorman. Manual was quite helpful describing you all the way down to your sexy pink toenails.” He tugged my hair. “You gonna answer me?”
“Thinking I’ll answer once you answer me.” I ran my hand down his chest and bunched the material covering his chest in my fist. “Why are they bloody?”
His gaze locked with mine as he kissed me gently again. Damn. The man ignited my blood and imploded my brain. I whimpered my need as he drew away.
“Tonight. After our date.”
Erm. What? “We have a date?”
Remnants of my arousal coated the fingers of his other hand when he drew away. Heat rose in my face as he drew them to his mouth and sucked. His moan shivered me to the core. My body pulsated with a need to possess him.
“Let me know what you want for dinner, because I know what I’m having for dessert.” With the parting douse of fiery anticipation, Caleb tugged his shirt out and pulled it over the prominent bulge in his pants. “Til later, Shas. Try and behave. You’re mine the moment your sexy toes hit the sidewalk.”
It was the second time he’d mentioned my toes. I curled them, contemplating if he had a foot fetish. I didn’t get feet. Truth told, I hated them enough to wish mankind didn’t need them. The fact he might be my polar opposite and have some innate fascination with them left me rendered mute for a moment. Could I handle his potential desire to worship my little piggies?
He blinded me with a knowing grin and I had my answer.
I could handle anything Caleb Douglas wanted me to.
“Later.” He licked his fingers one last time, a parting reminder of the pleasure he’d given me—a tantalizing promise of what might be in store for me later. I’d never been a dessert.
I collapsed on the table the moment he left. What the hell happened? Confusion rattled alongside long-denied passion. Despite knowing I had no business getting twisted around Caleb Douglas again, I had zero desire to halt whatever the hell this steam truck running over me was. I hadn’t realized how numb I’d become until last night.
Now I was on fire, burning with a need to inhale every sweet, wanton moment I could with him. Shit as intense as what I felt for him couldn’t last long. I was a rocket burning in the Earth’s atmosphere. Sooner or later, I’d go down in a blaze. I chuckled at all the pathetically coined phrases streaming through me.
Whatever.
Though I’d rather remain tucked away in my pocket of euphoria, I had a café full of paparazzi who’d witness my spiral into the haze of Caleb Douglas. I had a walk of shame to do in his wake, and a shed load of questions waiting. Oh yeah, and I was pretty sure Pete would have something to say about what went down because what I’d done in the break room coupled with the fact Caleb had even been here in the first place was about as far from letting the dust settle as I could get. The so-called dust storm was a full blown haboob, and I couldn’t wait to find out where it was taking me.
Chapter Six
My pink-tipped toes hit the sidewalk twenty minutes after I got off work. Thanks to Bets I managed to commandeer a SBD—aka sexy black dress—with peep toe stilettos I was certain I lacked the coordination to pull off. I glanced left, then right down the normally desolate stretch of Main Street to find half the town meandering.
The fact they leered in my direction awoke my paranoid side. I didn’t realize I
The intensity in the gray depths held me over the edge. I clung to him as he kissed me softly, licking along my lips. His raspy voice slid through me. “I can’t wait to get you alone, taste you again. I woke needing to feel your release on my tongue, and you weren’t there.”
I gasped when he nipped my ear.
“Why did you run, Shas?”
“I-I didn’t.” The denial seemed weak, even to me.
“You tip toed out on bare feet, clear to the lobby.”
How did he know?
“Babe. You tip toed past concierge and the doorman. Manual was quite helpful describing you all the way down to your sexy pink toenails.” He tugged my hair. “You gonna answer me?”
“Thinking I’ll answer once you answer me.” I ran my hand down his chest and bunched the material covering his chest in my fist. “Why are they bloody?”
His gaze locked with mine as he kissed me gently again. Damn. The man ignited my blood and imploded my brain. I whimpered my need as he drew away.
“Tonight. After our date.”
Erm. What? “We have a date?”
Remnants of my arousal coated the fingers of his other hand when he drew away. Heat rose in my face as he drew them to his mouth and sucked. His moan shivered me to the core. My body pulsated with a need to possess him.
“Let me know what you want for dinner, because I know what I’m having for dessert.” With the parting douse of fiery anticipation, Caleb tugged his shirt out and pulled it over the prominent bulge in his pants. “Til later, Shas. Try and behave. You’re mine the moment your sexy toes hit the sidewalk.”
It was the second time he’d mentioned my toes. I curled them, contemplating if he had a foot fetish. I didn’t get feet. Truth told, I hated them enough to wish mankind didn’t need them. The fact he might be my polar opposite and have some innate fascination with them left me rendered mute for a moment. Could I handle his potential desire to worship my little piggies?
He blinded me with a knowing grin and I had my answer.
I could handle anything Caleb Douglas wanted me to.
“Later.” He licked his fingers one last time, a parting reminder of the pleasure he’d given me—a tantalizing promise of what might be in store for me later. I’d never been a dessert.
I collapsed on the table the moment he left. What the hell happened? Confusion rattled alongside long-denied passion. Despite knowing I had no business getting twisted around Caleb Douglas again, I had zero desire to halt whatever the hell this steam truck running over me was. I hadn’t realized how numb I’d become until last night.
Now I was on fire, burning with a need to inhale every sweet, wanton moment I could with him. Shit as intense as what I felt for him couldn’t last long. I was a rocket burning in the Earth’s atmosphere. Sooner or later, I’d go down in a blaze. I chuckled at all the pathetically coined phrases streaming through me.
Whatever.
Though I’d rather remain tucked away in my pocket of euphoria, I had a café full of paparazzi who’d witness my spiral into the haze of Caleb Douglas. I had a walk of shame to do in his wake, and a shed load of questions waiting. Oh yeah, and I was pretty sure Pete would have something to say about what went down because what I’d done in the break room coupled with the fact Caleb had even been here in the first place was about as far from letting the dust settle as I could get. The so-called dust storm was a full blown haboob, and I couldn’t wait to find out where it was taking me.
Chapter Six
My pink-tipped toes hit the sidewalk twenty minutes after I got off work. Thanks to Bets I managed to commandeer a SBD—aka sexy black dress—with peep toe stilettos I was certain I lacked the coordination to pull off. I glanced left, then right down the normally desolate stretch of Main Street to find half the town meandering.
The fact they leered in my direction awoke my paranoid side. I didn’t realize I
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