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Shit. He’d wanted to kiss her from the moment he’d caught sight of her on the casino’s floor.
He was tired of being the one always out of control—something that had never happened with any other woman until Skye blasted into his life. But not tonight. Tonight, she’d be the one losing control.
Giving her a day to get situated was a stupid idea anyway. He needed her off balance—now. And at this point, he didn’t care if he looked desperate.
Skye’s lips parted as he moved closer. The air conditioner on his damp skin didn’t cool his suddenly heated skin.
She edged backward.
He inched forward.
“Okay, Bishop.” The ice-cubes rattled in her glass as she set it on the counter with a snap. “That’s close enough.”
“Why? Am I getting to you?”
“Of course not.”
He stroked a knuckle along the tender skin below her ear. “Then why is your pulse fluttering like a terrified mouse?”
“That must be your imagination.” Her throat flexed as she swallowed, but she didn’t step away. Her nipples pressed against the thin cotton of her shirt, tempting him to cup and caress both breasts until they tightened even more beneath his touch.
She raised her hand as if to pull his away, but he caught her wrist and brought her palm to his mouth. He licked the fleshy part below her index finger, inhaling her distinct lavender and feminine scent. At her indrawn breath, doubts of her lack of sexual interest in him scattered. David smiled against her hand with satisfaction.
He lifted his thumb from her inner wrist and brushed his mouth over her rapid pulse. He tasted salt and a possibility of something more. From above her hand, he watched for a reaction as he murmured against the warmth of her skin, “What is it about you that keeps me off balance and ties me in knots? You don’t know how much I want to pull off your clothes and take you here on the floor.”
Skye’s chest rose and fell in quick succession as the color of delicate rose bloomed into her cheeks and melded with the dusting of her freckles. The desire that flared into her eyes hit him in the gut.
David wanted her, wanted her more than he could remember wanting a woman.
His grip on her wrist tightened. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and applied pressure to the small of her back until her body grazed his. The cool cotton of her shirt and shorts brushed against his bare stomach and legs.
He released her wrist and caught her chin between a finger and thumb, urging her to look up and meet the hunger he knew burned in his eyes. “I think you like being this close.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Hell, he knew, she’d come up with an argument if he gave her more than a second. He lowered his head, and the touch of her lips dragged a rattling sigh from his own. The taste of her, warm, female and alluring urged him to take more than a fleeting kiss. He held off. Savoring the moment. The anticipation.’