Page 11 of Taming a Heartbreaker

She arched a brow. “Talk about what?”

“Anything.” Conversation was part of his strategy for tonight. Sexual chemistry crackled in the air. Some due to the rain, and some due to the lust flowing between them. He had no problem with all the arousal consuming them both.

“Okay, we can sit and talk,” she said. “Hopefully the rain will stop soon.”

Redford watched as she moved to sit on the sofa. She’d made sure the side split in her dress didn’t show too much thigh. He was tempted to tell her not to bother because he intended to see her naked by morning.

He moved to sit down as well. However, he didn’t take the wing-back chair across from the sofa, but eased his body down beside her. Other than the lifting of her brow in surprise, she said nothing. Instead, she took another sip of wine like she really needed it.

“Tell me about your classes, Carmen.”

“What classes?”

“The ones you teach at Georgetown.” Redford figured talking about something she was passionate about would relax her, and he wanted her as relaxed as she’d been by the lake.

Leaning back against the sofa, he slowly sipped his wine while listening. He had honestly thought he would find the subject of economics boring, but quite the contrary. The way she broke it down made it relatable to his business model regarding his resorts.

Talking made the shape of her mouth even more alluring, and the sound of her words was like a soft caress. Suddenly she chuckled about something. Whatever had been amusing, he regretted missing the punchline. When she asked about his resorts, and how he determined when to buy or build, he knew it was his time to talk.

The last thing he wanted to do was discuss business, so he decided to make it quick. He’d gotten comfortable enough to remove the jacket he had slid back on when it had begun raining. And she’d relaxed to the point where she’d kicked off her shoes to sit with her legs tucked beneath her. It was such a sexy pose. She was obviously listening to what he was saying.

He wondered how long it would take for her to notice that he’d shifted positions and now they were sitting closer than they had been before. When she leaned over to place her empty wineglass beside his on the coffee table, he took her hand in his and entwined their fingers.

“I enjoyed listening to you, Carmen.”

“And I enjoyed listening to you as well. I find your work fascinating, Redford.”

He glanced down at their empty wineglasses and then over at the window. “We finished the wine, but it’s still raining.”

“So I hear.”

“Do you plan to send me out in it?” he asked, tempted to bring her hand, the one he was still holding, to his lips to kiss it.

“Surely a little water won’t hurt you,” she said. At that moment he knew she’d realized how intimate their positions were.

“It might.”

“Do you think you’re made of sugar, Redford St. James?”

He tightened his hold on her hand and eased closer to her. “You’ve tasted me, Carmen. What do you think?”

When she unconsciously licked her lips with the tip of her tongue as if remembering his taste, he got hard. He doubted she knew that seeing her do such a thing made him want her with a vengeance. He’d never wanted any woman with a vengeance before.

“Well, what do you think, Carmen?” he asked again when she’d yet to answer.

Their gazes locked. When he heard the sound of a moan, he wasn’t sure if it had come from him or her. What was there about her that convulsed his body with such sexual need? His body was on fire. Dazed to the point that just being this close to her was pure torture.

“I think you tasted kind of sweet,” she finally said.

He inched his mouth closer to hers. “You know what that means, Carmen?”

She shook her head. “No, what does that mean?”

“It means,” he said, inching even closer to her. “I need to share my taste with you again so you can be certain.”

And then he captured her mouth.

Redford took Carmen’s mouth with a ferociousness that made everything inside of her feel his possessiveness. This kiss was even more torrid than the others. She could actually feel her veins throb.

---