Flawless Desire

Oh, yes. I can. Many things.

It takes me a moment to realize he’s holding his shirt out. It’s only when one corner of his lip curls up in a knowing smile that I finally get it. He’s offering me a replacement for my ruined blouse

I take it from him. “But what about you?”

He shrugs. Like handing over fine Italian linen is no big deal. And to him, it probably isn’t. “I’ll manage. You clearly have someplace important to be.”

For a moment, I can’t recall where. My blood pulses.

Then it hits me. If I don’t get a move on, I’m going to be terribly late for my job interview. And yet, I can’t seem to convince my eyes to get with the picture. All they want to do is drink him in.

And the rest of my body… Well, it wants to do a whole lot more.

I feel a shiver of sexual awareness, my nipples tightening. The man’s smirk grows wider, and I realize, he can see the stiff peaks, right through my wet shirt.

My cheeks burn hotter. “Turn around,” I snap, embarrassed.

He does it, so I quickly yank the ruined blouse over my head and start buttoning his shirt up. But I’m just tucking it into my skirt when I catch sight of him in the mirror, his eyes on my reflection.

I gasp. He was watching me undress the whole time!

“So much for chivalry,” I say pointedly, trying to hide my embarrassment.

And giving thanks that I wore a good bra.

The man turns to face me again as I straighten up. “I just gave you the shirt off my back,” he says, sounding amused as he shrugs on his jacket again.

“Right. Thanks,” I blurt. Glancing at my reflection, I can see, he really did just save the day. His shirt is oversized in a cool, stylish way, and I might even look better than I did in my sale-rack blouse. “Well… I should go.”

“Wait.”

He doesn’t block my path, but somehow, I find myself pressed up against six feet of taut, toned muscle.

“Wha—”

My question is cut short as he takes me in his arms, pushes me firmly back against the sink, and kisses the living daylights out of me.

Holy shit!

His mouth is demanding, hot and hungry as his hands grip my waist, pinning me in place. My brain short-circuits. One minute, I’m wondering if I buttoned this thing right, and the next…

The next, I’m in sensory overload.

He eases my lips open and slides his tongue deep into my mouth. My legs give way. Heat rushes through me, tightening at my core, and I have to grip his lapels and hold on for dear life as he kisses, and probes, and undoesme with his mouth.

Oh my God.

I can’t get enough. It’s hot, and wild, and totally overwhelming, and I arch up against him, eagerly reaching to—

He releases me.

Just as quickly as it started, the kiss is over. I blink at him in disbelief, my heart pounding, my blood boiling from his touch. I’m unraveled, but the man looks totally unaffected as he gives me a smug grin.

“You can tell everything by the way someone kisses,” he says, smirking. “Especially how they are in bed.”

And then he saunters out, leaving me reeling there alone in the restroom.

He heard me!