Page 8 of Seven Night Stopover

Hell, he wanted todiein her eyes.

The DJ upped the tempo of the music. She jerked and swallowed, awareness of her surroundings suddenly swimming into her eyes, threatening to break the moment. Her lids started to lower.

The sense of impending loss hit him hard. “Don’t look away.”

She blinked and shook her head. Swathes of hair fell over her arms, caressing her bare golden skin. “I’m sorry. It’s not polite of me to stare like this.”

Her voice was low, husky with emotions slamming around inside her. The same emotions that were roaring through hisbloodstream. He didn’t need to close his eyes to hear that voice, imagine that mouth hovering over his skin, kissing him in places that made his cock throb to life. His brain was firing up scenarios just from the sound of her voice alone. Scenarios that pleased and frightened him at the same time.

“Why not? Stare all you want because I sure as hell am not about to apologize for staring at you.”

Her cute nose twitched, and he could’ve sworn she leaned in a tiny bit closer. Hell, he might have been deluding himself, but he liked to think she did.

“Perhaps I have better manners than you,” she said, without looking away.

“I wouldn’t wholly disagree with you on that. But as much as it would shame my mother to know I was being rude to a lady, I can’t seem to help myself.”

Heat rushed into her cheeks, and Noah barely stopped himself from groaning. Her long, dark-painted fingers clutched her glass firmer. He flicked his gaze back to her face. He didn’t want to dwell on what damage those nails could do to his back. His butt. He didn’t want to think about them leaving marks all over his body. Not just yet.

She continued to watch him with that mixture of intrigue and hunger that made his pulse race. God, did she even know what she was doing? How she was stoking fires he was terrified to let roar to life?

“Well, since there’s nothing wrong with just looking…” she murmured.

“And we have each other’s permission? Just to be polite, of course,” he pressed. Not that he intended to let the lack of it stop him. His senses were intent on visually devouring this woman. The actual devouring would come later.

Her eyes widened a fraction. “Yes, I guess…”

“Well, okay then.” Taking his time, he dropped his gaze to her mouth and let it linger. He wanted to savor the journey, imprint each of her features on his excited senses so he could visualize them later. When several images of what he could do to her mouth flashed through his brain in quick succession, Noah deemed it wise to move on.

His gaze slid down to her throat. Her skin glowed like warm silk—as if she spent time in the sun. Would she have tan lines, or did she indulge in the ultimate sun worship?

Move on before you make an idiot of yourself, King.

Her sleeveless white lace top stretched across her breasts, emphasizing the delicious mounds.

Small pert tits.

He filed that observation away, travelled lower and froze.

Dear God, she was wearing leather. Skintight leather that lovingly molded her hips, lean thighs and calves.

His gaze reached her heeled feet and traced a path back up her body. The second run was even better than the first.

Small breasts and leather. Two of his major weaknesses.

The throbbing, which had started in his groin the moment he’d laid eyes on her, roared into a bona fide pounding.

Through the loudspeaker, the pop version of John Legend’s “All of Me” filled the room.

Noah looked back up in time to see her conducting a blatant survey of her own. Her gaze travelled from his face to his chest, abs and all the way to his feet. Then back up.

She lingered on his crotch. Her cheeks reddened a little more at the blatant evidence of his arousal, but she didn’t move her gaze. That little nose twitched again, and a puff of breath left her lips.

This time, he couldn’t stop the rough sound that burst through his throat.

He plucked the glass from her fingers and set it on the counter. His fingers brushed hers in the process, and she jerked.

“You’re being rude again.”

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