Page 35 of Out of Sight

“Yes,” she breathed, turning her head to me and meeting my eyes. Honey swimming around obsidian, bright and eager.

She sent warm air across my face with each breath. I tilted my head ever so slightly, asking her with my eyes.

Her gaze flicked down to my mouth and back to my eyes. Her lips parted.

She wasn’t going to slap me; she was actually going to let me kiss her.

Finally.

I leaned in, brushing my lips gently against hers. The moan she let out went straight to my dick. I groaned back, pulling her up to a seated position and wrapping an arm around her back.

The second her chest met mine she jumped back.

“No, no, don’t go anywhere. Please.” More important than my poor blue balls, I was finally getting through to her. “Please, don’t go.”

She met my eyes once more, but her expression told me she was already gone.

thirteen

Will

Claire was running really hot and cold with me. She’d brush me off, smack me upside the head, and practically flip me off every time I said something. Then five minutes later I’d see her nipples harden and her mouth open and her eyes light on fire when they met mine, her body moving ever closer…

Then she’d get angry and distant again.

I didn’t mind all that much. This was a really rough day with a lot of danger and stress; she was allowed to be tired, frustrated, and even moody. I didn’t mind the anger much either—it was a hell a lot less scary than that frozen, terrified look on her face whenever danger loomed—and a lot sexier to see that fire in her eyes, even if it wasn’t exactly tender-loving-puppies-and-kittens feelings toward me. I could handle it fine and I’d do my best to keep my distance physically unless that changed.

But that tongue peeking out of her open mouth, just barely wetting her bottom lip? The way her nails clawed at my chest as she desperately helped me remove the wire? Her breath catchingwhenever I leaned in close to her, like she was just waiting for me to kiss her?

It was a lot harder to deal with all those things, so I leaned in to the outrage and fury. I teased her as much as possible, even if those heated honey eyes and defiantly tilted chin were pure perfection.

Her anger helped me keep my distance, even when her body language begged me to come closer.

That rage popped up again as I put my borrowed coat on, and I couldn’t help it. “Don’t worry, honey, I know you’re missing the show and you wish you were still half-naked with me. When we get to where we’re going and I take this off again I’ll be sure to do it for you real slow.” And I threw in another saucy wink just because I could.

“There won’t be a next time you get half-naked with me,” she scoffed, defiantly meeting my eyes again.

“Oh, we’ll make it out of here alive,” I joked, pretending to misunderstand her. “The good guys always triumph over the evil maniacs and true love conquers all.”

She opened her mouth—no doubt to give some sort of sexy denial—but then just blinked and looked away. Damn, she wasn’t going to make this easy.

“You know, I’ve got some big pockets here,” I tried again.

“So?” she asked. She still wasn’t looking at me.

“If you want to put that racy little bra in my pocket I promise not to fondle it in public.”

“Excuse me?” she gasped, all dramatic and outraged.That’s more like it.“Why would I give you my underwear at all?”

Great, now I was imagining her panties and wondering if they matched the bra, a little risqué scrap of fabric. Would it be more silky or lacy? A thong or-

“Claire,” Jim interrupted. “Honestly, we’ve gotta get going here soon. How abouts I take out my notebook and keep a tally of how many times you get to sock him in the eye for being a pervert, but you hold off for now?”

I laughed. Claire hit hard, but I knew I was thoroughly earning every bruise. I’d take them gladly. “Maybe not the face, but otherwise that works.”

Claire’s lip twitched. She was trying not to laugh.

“And you can just leave the clothes here, if you want. Whenever maintenance comes back they’ll probably just throw them away for you,” Jim added.

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