Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

"Thank you." I turn to take a seat—this spaghetti leg thing is getting to be annoying—but something catches my eye.

Mal is standing in the hallway across from me. He's next to the payphone, in front of the men's room, but he isn't waiting for either.

He's standing there in black slacks and a white button up-shirt.

And a tie.

Mal is wearing a tie.

Fuck, Mal looks good all cleaned up.

Good, but nervous. He's shifting his weight between his legs. It's the Mal equivalent of pacing. At least, I think it is.

"Hey." It's a dozen steps to the hallway. "You okay?"

"Yeah." His voice is hollow. He turns to me with a smile. But it's fake. His blue eyes are still nervous. "You find the place okay?"

"Yeah." I move in close enough to feel the heat of his body, to smell the mint on his breath. "Are your parents here?"

"Not yet. They had to run an errand."

"Was their flight okay?"

"Yeah."

"You guys talk about anything?"

"A little. We had coffee then they took a nap." His eyes stay on his shoes. His voice stays hollow.

"Wasn't that the master bedroom we had sex in?"

"I changed the sheets." He rubs my shoulder with his palm. His other hand plants between my shoulder blades. Finally, his eyes meet mine. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks."

"You always do." He pulls my body into his.

He's shaking. It's almost imperceptible, but it's there in his shoulders and his hands. He's terrified about something.

I press my cheek against his. "You want to talk about it?"

"No." He drags his hand over my hips. His fingers brush the flesh of my ass, the back of my legs, the hem of my dress.

He slides his hand under my dress.

His fingers skim my inner thighs. "We have time."

"Time…"

He presses his palm against my sex, over my panties. "Time."

Fuck, it's a compelling argument. There must be something wrong with me, because I'm considering it. Here. In the bathroom. Back at his car. I don't care, so long as I get all his attention and affection for a few minutes.

My libido is raging enough to destroy common sense.

Or maybe that's just the power of Mal.

He has that heaviness to him today.