Rory (Coded for Love 1)

She used the opportunity to snatch her keys back off him, and toyed with them in her free hand, rattling them under his chin while giving him a come-on look. “Let’s get cozy.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to fuck you, Sky.”

Shocked by his blatant words, she stared at him.

“You know why I came here,” he stated. “Now give me my kit.”

“You say you’re not going to fuck me, but you’re clearly thinking about sex.”

“No, you are.” His eyes blazed at her.

His knowing look annoyed her immensely and she reacted—pushing him with the flat of her hands. It was an instinctive action, but the way he flashed his eyes at her made her realize what she’d done. Her hands were on his chest and she was up against him, while he had his back against the wall, starting at her accusingly.

She tried to drag her hands from the sleek tautness of his chest muscles under the tight T-shirt he wore. She itched to pull up the T-shirt and stroke his hard body. An ache in the pit of her belly was demanding attention. Pressing closer, she felt his hard thigh against her hip. She rested her free hand on his belt buckle.

Groaning, he shook his head. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“What makes you think I can’t... finish it?” Rolling her hips against him, she hoped it sounded like she was in control of herself. She meant it to.

There was a determined set to his mouth, like he was fighting some inner battle. “You’re being a prick tease, lay off.”

Withdrawing her hand, she cursed under her breath, annoyed. He was saying no, and the heat of her desire threatened to make her beg. She couldn’t let him know he affected her that way, not if he was going to get her all hot and bothered then bail out. She began to turn away from him, moving toward the stairs.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her. “Sky.” His tone was commanding. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. I know it probably sounded that way.”

“Whatever.” She tried to tug her hand from his grasp, but he held tight.

His sharp masculine scent was already chasing itself inside her body, seducing her even more. She gave a dismissive laugh. “You obviously don’t realize I’m a fully grown woman now, one who can decide to invite a guy in... if she wants to”

She liked the way he tethered her to him by the wrist.

His eyes were shining, his expression intense. Anticipation raced in her veins. Her pulse ticked faster. The way he looked at her totally thrilled her.

The light went clicked off on its timer and they were plunged into gloom. “Oh bloody hell! Don’t worry I can find my way in the dark.”

He didn’t reply. Instead he moved closer still, traced his free hand up the line of her arm, and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck.

Her head fell back, her pulse raced. When he stroked her underneath her hair, heat blossomed on her skin beneath his fingertips. The powerful tug between them magnified in the gloom.

“You used to drive me up the wall,” he whispered, against her ear, his voice husky. “You didn’t realize you were playing with fire.”

“What makes you think I’m playing now?” She could feel her nipples tightening, tugging on the tight fabric of her dress.

Rory groaned and backed her up against the opposite wall. Their bodies ricocheted together. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth covered hers.

Shock hit her, like a jolt of electricity, powering her for action.

She matched up to him, inviting him in for more. His hands were on her hips, hers were against his chest, the keys still clutched there between them. She pressed full against him—desperate to feel his every ounce of being against hers. She stroked her free hand over his chest and abdomen, where the muscle was strong and defined. The musky scent of his cologne and his ski

n took hold of her, like another hook on her desire, reeling her in.

He rolled his hips against her, as if wanting her to know he was primed. Her fingers dug into his waistband, tugging at his hard denim-clad hips. Vibrant, barely contained lust shot between them, the heat of her body soaring as they embraced.

“Calm the fuck down,” he ordered when they pulled apart. His voice was gruff and urgent with need as he looked down the hallway.

She blinked, her eyes growing accustomed to the gloom. His harsh words left her boneless, adrift and wobbly. It was too much. “Oh fuck you Rory, you’re just trying to embarrass me.”

He rolled his eyes. “No! Really, no… Sky, I’m sorry I meant me too. I need to calm down.”