IOU Sex

He seemed to contemplate my words for a moment before setting aside his drink and scooting closer to me. He took my wine glass and put it next to his on the coffee table.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my sudden panic echoing in the cavernous room.

“Relax,” he said as he draped an arm along the back of the sofa. His fingertips grazed my shoulder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin at the light touch. I could feel the heat from his skin and smell the faint scent of Hugo Boss, the cologne I’d given him on his last birthday. All of which made my body hum with a curious energy that was downright electrifying.

He moved in closer, and I felt the alarm rise within me.

Danger, Danger!

I had the feeling he wasn’t taking no for an answer tonight. Feared he just might finally sway me to say yes. I was treading in very murky waters with no life preserver in sight. Was it possible I didn’t want one?

Oh, Fiona, Fiona.

What had I gotten myself into?

He grinned down at me, giving me a look that said he knew exactly what I wanted. “Go ahead. Ask me your favor.”

Chapter Three

I stared at him. His sky-blue eyes mesmerized me as they glowed softly from the flickering light of the fire. The snazzy jazz tunes created a sexy mood. The fingers sweeping over my shoulder and brushing against my neck served as soldiers of seduction, entrancing me and drawing me further into a sexual haze I couldn’t escape.

I could barely breathe as his gaze remained locked with mine, heat and passion swirling in his azure irises. My breasts felt a little heavier with my own desire. My nipples were impossibly hard and in need of his touch. I ached for him to reach over and unbutton my blouse. Unfasten my bra and palm my breasts before sucking on my nipples.

How my wanting him had gotten so out of control so quickly was beyond me. Or perhaps it had something to do with knowing firsthand how thoroughly he could pleasure me. He’d scratch that itch, all right. And then some.

“Michael,” I said in a voice that did not sound like my own. It was much too sultry and provocative to belong to such a sensible woman. Nor did it hold the protest I meant to make. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Let’s keep this on a friendly basis.”

“I can be very friendly,” he said as he moved in for the kill. His lips hovered over mine, and I couldn’t rally the strength to move away. “Tell me you want me. The rest will work itself out.”

Was I really that transparent? Had he known when I’d called that I was in need of more than just a favor from him? Did men like Michael Houston have a sixth sense when it came to secretly horny women?

Likely.

Oh, boy. Now I knew I was in way over my head.

“This really isn’t the direction I wanted this conversation—or this visit—to go.” I was pleased with my determination to regain some control. Too bad my still-sultry voice undermined my words.

He grinned again. He was so close to me, I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. He smelled of expensive Scotch, the cologne I loved and pure male heat. An intoxicating combination that made my mind reel and my pussy ache.

His lips brushed over mine. A whisper of a kiss. A hint of wicked things to come. It made my stomach flip and my pulse race. My eyelids suddenly felt heavy and lowered slightly of their own accord.

“Michael,” I said on a soft, shallow breath.

“Yes, Fiona?” His low tone matched mine.

The fire snapped and popped like my insides. The sizzling sensation between my legs was almost unbearable. I knew he could provide the relief I needed, and I found myself wanting to ask him to do just that. Hell, I was almost ready to beg for it. The words were there, on the tip of my tongue.

As he leaned forward that last inch, so that my breasts pressed to his hard chest, I was nearly a goner. The arm along the back of the sofa now draped over my shoulder, holding me to him. His other hand rested on my bare thigh, right at the hem of my short skirt.

“You make me hard,” he said, filling the silence I’d left because my train of thought had derailed. “Just by looking at you and thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

I swallowed down a moan. How easily he swept me away. When his lips grazed mine again, my eyelids made their final descent, closing as my mouth opened. His tongue delved deep to tangle with mine. I reached a hand up and twined my fingers through his thick, silky hair. My other hand slid around to his back.

I let him kiss me the way he had the first night we’d gotten together. It was hot and demanding. A purposeful kiss that conveyed how much he wanted me. Impossible to miss.

When I finally dragged my mouth away, he groaned.

“I want to be inside you,” he said as he dropped featherlight kisses along my neck.