Page 41 of Out of Sight

She would have to beg me with words this time because I didn’t want to fuck anything up by misreading her.

Claire was a woman worth waiting for.

She was just so damn smart, and sexy, and brave, and just… beautiful. With her hair and smile and that fiery look in her eyes, she was so alive. Whether she was yelling at me while defending her life with a book or outrageously flirting with me in the name of giving me confidence in my new career aspirations, her warm honey eyes flamed.

If I were anyone else I’d say she even looked head over heels a lot of the time, but that couldn’t be right. I never did anything worth that level of affection. Maybe I wasn’t a dirtbag mafia enforcer anymore, but I was still just a gym rat. She was smart, able to make boatloads of money writing computer code and doing computer-techy things. I was lucky enough to be on friendly terms with her, considering who I used to work for.

There was no way she wanted anything real from me. But if that was the case, why did she keep looking at me like that?

Speak of the devil.

Claire walked down the stairs in the flattering mid-morning light, her hair all pretty and shiny in waves across her shoulders. Her flowing pink skirt bounced lightly with each step she took.

She was perfect.

A perfect woman like Claire wouldn’t want me like that. Not really.

“Hey Claire,” I called to her. “Got a quick question for you.”

“What can I do for you, Will?” she asked, coming to a stop in front of me at the dining room table. Man, her smile was absolutely beautiful.

“I’m just curious. Do you actually have the hots for me, or it is just my imagination?” If nothing changed on her part it was better to just put me out of my misery, right?

Her eyes widened, then blinked a couple times. She drew her shoulders back, straightening her spine. Her neck rolled in a circle. She cleared her throat.

That was a hell of a lot of buildup, so I braced myself to be heartbroken.

“Is Jim here?”

That wasn’t what I was expecting to come out of her mouth.

“No, he went into Portland for a meeting with the regional guy overseeing things. He said he’d be back here in the boonies with us before it gets dark, though.”

“Okay.” She cleared her throat and boldly met my eyes.Here it comes.“Then no, you’ve got it right. It’s not your imagination.”

I blinked. “Are you fucking with me?”

She was smiling and it didn’tlookmalicious, but I had to be sure.

“Not yet.” And there was the wicked gleam I was expecting, but not in this way. Not mischievous and flirty and sexy… “But there’s still plenty of time to get to that before Jim gets back.”

Oh hell.She was actually saying yes to me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to me, kissing her before I could overthink it. But god, her moan when our lips touched! This girl was killing me.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me just as tightly to her as I held her to me. Her back arched as I curled my fingers in her hair, gripping lightly. I wanted to just finally hold all that gorgeous hair in my hands.

She was on her tiptoes, trying to push even closer to me. God, she really wanted me like I wanted her. It was impossible, but it was happening. She nearly lost her balance up on those toes so I lifted her, easily shifting our bodies over a couple feet to rest her back against the wall.

I went to set her back down, but she wrapped her legs around my hips, her center resting against my erect dick. God, she was perfect.

I slid one of my hands down to grip her ass, easily accessible with that wonderful flowing skirt.

She gasped, arching into me again, her hands sliding up under my shirt and clutching my back.

“Honey,” I tried to get her attention, but her lips on my neck felt too good.

“Will,” she returned in a whisper, teeth nipping at my ear. “Let’s go upstairs.”

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