Page 65 of Hot to Trot

"Oh," she breathed. "Your turn."

"I don't wear lace," he said, his breath hot on her neck.

Oh, he was a bad boy underneath all those polished buttons. What she'd always suspected. The heat from his body competed against the sultry night and won out. Impish desire took hold of her, urging her to tantalize until she got what she wanted. "So we're really gonna do this phone-sex thing... without a phone?"

He pulled back, his delicious lips twitched in amusement. "I wouldn't know. Never had phone sex before. I prefer the real thing."

She moved closer, near enough that her hair brushed against the front of his shirt. She was immensely glad she'd washed her hair with the specialty shampoo Stefan had insisted she buy when they'd been poking around Greenwich Village. Her friend had remarked that it was sure to get her laid. “Oh, baby, you've been missing out."

"Obviously. What's next?"

She rose on tiptoe. "You have to tell me what you want to do to me."

"I'm not sure there are words."

"I'll show you how."

She slid behind him, almost touching her back to his. Almost, but not quite. She emerged on the other side of him, leaned in close, and whispered, "Follow me."

She walked across the lawn toward the shadows thrown by the neighbor's maple tree and leaned against the fence. A clump of azaleas hid her from the house. Adam propped a hand on either side of her head. He ate her up with his eyes. She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and slipped one button open on her blouse.

"Maybe you should have a peek."

He rubbed a hand over his face. “God help me but I think I have to.”

She slid another button open, tugging the shirt so he could catch a glimpse of the black lace covering the plumpness ofher breast. Her nipples ached for his touch. It was nearly unbearable.

She slid another button open, so the tops of her breasts were visible. Leaning back against the rough wood of the fence, she arched her back slightly. "Now you know I'm not a liar."

He groaned.

She gave her most Veronica-like smile, but the vampire queen was nowhere to be found. Scarlet's emotions were all her own. "Now, let me show you how it's done. First, I'd have to get that shirt off you. It's a nice shade of green, complements your eyes. But it's got to go. So, I'd unbutton it slowly, maybe stopping to lick your collarbone or give you sweet little bites on what has to be a magnificent chest. I can tell you work out.”

He exhaled. "This is going to kill me."

"If you're lucky."

She met his hungry gaze, loving every minute of the sweet torture. She wanted to drive him crazy, wanted to see him lose control. "So, then I'd pull your shirt from those jeans. Maybe slide my hand beneath your waistband so I could make sure your ass is as hard as it looks."

"Iama hard-ass."

“That you are, that you are,” she said in a soft sing song voice. “Then I would tug your shirt down your arms, making sure I brushed my nipples against your chest. So you'd feel how turned on I am."

He closed his eyes. Again.

"Your turn," she said, pushing herself from the fence so she stood in the circle of his arms. Not one part of her actually connected with him, but she'd never been so aware,so utterly turned on in her entire life. Her bodyhummed and it felt so damn good.

Adam’s pupils dilated, the lids growing heavy. If she were a betting woman-and she was-she would say the slightest touchwould put him over the edge. But she wouldn't touch him. Couldn't.

They were playing a game, one in which only their words crossed the line. Okay, and maybe her shirt being opened to his gaze was a bit risky. But if anyone peered over the fence or glanced across the yard, they would see two people talking.

Even if they wereusing words that would make a nun blush.

ADAM INHALED,TAKING in all that was Scarlet. She smelled like a woman turned on and it drove him insane. He'd never seen anything as beautiful as Scarlet standing barefoot in the dying grass, wearing that ugly blue shirt. The freshly painted fence created an appropriate backdrop for her vivid beauty. Moonlight poured over her, bathing the wicked temptress in luminescence. She would be his undoing.

"My turn, huh?"

"Mmm-hmm." She tilted her head and her dark red hair fell to the side. A diamond winked in her delicate ear. Then he made the mistake of looking at her lips. Lush, beckoning. He felt a shudder rip through him. Hell, he could spend all night on those lips alone.

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