When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

“Fine,” he said in his low, intimate tone. “Nick it is.”

“Very nice.” The pseudonym, the fact that he was willing to be secretive, the ache that started deep in her core…All very nice.

Well, once again, hot was the more appropriate word. Whatever.

He asked, “And you are…?”

“Cassie?”

This time, he was the one with the head shake.

“Tracy?”

He repeated the gesture.

“You choose.”

He appeared contemplative as he searched his mind, then said, “Liz. Spunky and sassy. Befitting.”

“Works for me.”

He chuckled. A rumbling sound that reverberated through her. Heightened her arousal. Made her pussy throb so that she had to press her thighs together in an attempt to slow the erratic beats.

“You’re really a doctor?” she asked.

“Yes. I can provide adequate credentials. But then we’d lose the anonymity.”

“Of course. I’ll just have to trust you.” Not too difficult to do. He had honest eyes. No, she couldn’t really qualify that assessment. Except to say that they weren’t the least bit guarded. He didn’t temper his expressions. Didn’t hide the flashes of heat or the genuine fascination he seemed to have with her. Still, she said, “I’m sure you grasp the risk of an encounter of this nature.”

“That’s why I never do it. And, well…I’m not normally interested.”

“I suppose that makes us kindred spirits.”

“I suppose it does.”

He took the ice bucket from her. Set it on the foyer table. Turned back to her.

The suite was dimly lit. Just one light on in the far corner and the sapphire glow of his laptop screen.

Staci couldn’t quite bring herself to move around him and get comfortable on the sofa. She didn’t want to take a single step away from him.

She could smell his earthy, intoxicating scent. The hint of expensive cologne. Male heat. Virility. He had a commanding presence, towering over her and filling the space with all of his muscles. Muscles her fingers itched to touch.

He took a short stride toward her and nearly closed the gap between them.

Her breathing turned shallow. Odd, because her heart thumped mightily.

She reached a hand out and grazed her French-manicured nails along his abs. His body jolted.

This big, strapping, sexy-as-hell man reacted instantly to her touch. Not even a full-on touch.

And didn’t that get her juices flowing! She was going to be dripping wet before he actually laid a hand on her.

Staci’s fingers curled around the material of his tank top. She leaned forward, until her breasts brushed just below his hard pectoral ledge. She felt the jarring again. Not only from him, but within her as well.

Her nipples pebbled. Her blood turned molten.

His head dipped, and his lips swept over hers. So warm and soft. Inviting. Enticing.