Page 33 of Wine and Research
And heaven help her…his smile should be registered as a lethal weapon. It was dangerous to her pulse and sent a wave of heat through her belly.
She loved it.
Elle cocked her head and answered truthfully, “I don’t know if it’s right, but it feels good for right now.”
He blew out a breath and his gaze turned serious. “That’s an amazing offer, Elle, but I’m not a sure thing. Relationships and my job don’t mix.”
Relationships and her curse didn’t mix, either.
She smiled. “Who said anything about a relationship? I don’t live here, remember? I’m just visiting, so all I’m interested in with you is thatfeels good for right nowthat I mentioned. Our chemistry promises an amazing combustion. I just thought maybe it was worthresearchingwhile I’m in town. What do you think?”
“I think I’m very good atright now.” His voice was thrillingly low, and it upped the flame on a slow burn in her belly, spreading both north and south at the same time.
Another shudder rushed through her.
He stepped into her then, his big, warm hands on her hips causing another shudder.
Unbelievable.
She never trembled. Only with Jeremy. Her reactions to him were way out of character…and extremely alluring. She was hooked. It made her wonder just what else his touch could make her do.
Elle wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer, feeling especially feminine against his hot, hard body.
He inhaled and his eyes met hers, dark and hungry. “Nice,” he said before he dipped his head and skimmed his mouth downher throat, igniting flames along each nerve ending. His breath was warm against her skin as his lips continued to blaze a trail of heat over her shoulder, while he walked her backward until her back met the door.
Heat zinged through her as his body lined up perfectly with hers. She moaned, and the smart man wasted no time putting her open mouth to good use.
There was a difference in his kiss and his touch now. With all restraint gone, Jeremy demanded and gave with a thrilling enthusiasm that left Elle breathless and longing for more.
The feel of his warm, rough hands gliding down to her waist and hips, then back up to skim her breasts as if he needed to touch every inch, had his name falling from her lips in a hitched breath.
But she had needs too. Like touching him and trailing her hands all over his magnificent body. He felt so damn good, her insides quivered.
“You sure about this, Elle? Because now’s the time to stop me if you’re going to,” he murmured against the hollow at the base of her throat.
The man was on fire, and her knees shook at the intensity. “I’m sure,” she said, clearly and with meaning.
“Thank God. Me, too.” His voice was low and gruff, and his hands encircled her wrists, slowly sliding them up the door, holding her pinned as he nibbled her neck.
She arched against him, eliciting a rough groan from deep in his chest. Then he was kissing her again, long and thorough as he rocked against her until they needed to breathe.
Dragging in air, she met his wild gaze, pleased to know she wasn’t the only one feeling out of control. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she stated between breaths.
Before she could tug free, he released her, drew back, and then yanked off his T-shirt one-handed. The sexy maneuver had heat flooding low in her belly.
Happy Birthday to me…
She stared at him, her mouth watering with the need to kiss and lick every delectable muscle and ridge on display before her. His hair, although it wasn’t that long, it was tousled, thanks to her roaming hands earlier, and heat darkened his eyes to a deep, brilliant blue.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The man found his way past her defenses with his silent strength, unwavering resilience, and his honest, caring heart...which she’d discovered only after she’d gotten pasthiswalls. Jeremy was her undoing, and although Elle knew she should run away as fast as possible in the opposite direction, she was too enthralled by the promise of comingundoneby his hands.
It had to be epic.
Unable to keep her hands to herself any longer, she skimmed one down his muscled chest, dipping into each ridge that followed down his glorious torso, thrilled at the way his body quivered under her touch.
It made her feel empowered. The man was gorgeous and wore two uniforms. No way did he lack someone in his bed. Knowing that she got to him too went a long way to quieting her sudden shyness.
