“Oh my god!” Kylie jumped and her wine glass slipped from her hand. I winced when it shattered with a pop in the parking lot two stories below. Mouth forming a perfect ‘o’, she bent over the rail and gaped in horror. “Oh no.”
“Whoops,” I said with a grin. Kylie looked distraught, worried about breaking one little glass. I thought it was fucking adorable.
Adorable until Kylie straightened and aimed her intense stare directly at me. Merde. Her gaze was so heated, so focused, my brain stuttered and stalled. The electrical signals shorted out and the gray matter went offline, rendering it completely useless. My pulse raced and I felt the painful hammering of my heart against my ribcage. The wisecracking, smooth talking Sebastien St. Clair had up and left the building, and the inconsiderate bastard left behind a bumbling, speechless dumbass. I literally couldn’t come up with a single intelligent thing to say in the face of such beauty. I was pretty sure “ummm” or “duh” didn’t count.
Kylie’s gaze narrowed as if annoyed, or secretly wishing she could burn me to a crisp by shooting laser beams from her eyes. As she studied me, Kylie’s harsh expression softened and began to morph into something more familiar. Something I could definitely work with. I watched as the pupils in the center of familiar, rich golden-brown irises dilated. It didn’t escape my notice when Kylie snuck a quick peek at my body. Maybe refreshing her memory?
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My brain rebooted and came back online as her attention returned to my face. The winter night was so quiet, I could hear the slight hitch as Kylie inhaled. I put the pieces together one by one and when I had enough in the proper place, comprehension zapped me like a Taser to the balls.
My out of control desire wasn’t one-sided. Kylie wanted me. I might be the only one with an unhealthy obsession, but the fact that she was still interested was good enough for now.
“You made me drop my drink.” The way her lip pouted out, combined with the irritation in her voice, made me want to laugh out loud. Yeah, she definitely sounded annoyed, but I didn’t miss the simmering hunger or blatant interest that betrayed her.
Pretending not to care, I shrugged, and tucked my hands in my pockets. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Hmph.” Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. Kylie shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Where’s your coat?”
Hell, she was practically naked, not that I was complaining, but it was cold out and the only thing she wore was a slinky, black cocktail dress. One with no back and a skirt that ended way above her knees to show off long, toned legs. Legs that had been wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her. I silently thanked whoever inspired her to wear that minuscule dress. I wasn’t knocking it, believe me. It was fucking fantastic. And as much as I hated the thought of covering her up, she shouldn’t be outside in January wearing a tiny scrap of fabric.
“I left it in the car.” Kylie ducked her head and pulled that sexy, full, lower lip between her teeth, invoking a couple of smoking hot memories. Her high cheekbones blushed a shade darker, and the beautiful rosy color spread to her ears.
Holy sexual torture.
I needed to adjust the painful semi in my slacks, but figured that would be crude. Or hey, maybe she would be impressed by the size of my package? A nice reminder of how talented I was with it. Yeah, no. Bad idea. I kept my hands off my dick and suffered in silence. I couldn’t manhandle my cock, but I could find out more about Kylie. In spite of my hatred of small talk, I dove in head first.
“So, I didn’t expect to see you here. Who in the organization do you know?” I clenched every muscle in my body as I waited to hear the name of the guy I was going to pound into a bloody pulp.
Her eyes glittered and narrowed to slits. “Why do you want to know?” Kylie smirked and that was the moment I knew I was fucked. If I wasn’t careful, she would absolutely own me. A simple snap of her fingers and I’d gladly do whatever she asked, up to and including rolling over and begging at her feet.
Like before, the sound of my name coming from those sinful lips, in that husky voice, made my balls tingle. Instead of grabbing Kylie and slamming my mouth down on hers like I wanted to, I laughed.
“You’re a trip. You know that?” Two could play this little game. With a shameless grin, I leaned in until my mouth touched the curve of her ear. The falter in her breath made my cock swell against my zipper. “I want to know the name of the man I have to teach some manners to, since he didn’t take proper care of you, and left me to lend you my clothes.”
Kylie frowned when I retreated. “I’m not wear—”
I shrugged out of my suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Yeah, yeah, it was chivalrous and all that, but to be clear, I’m not a gentleman. Far from it. Case in point, I couldn’t help but brush my fingertips across her creamy skin as I pulled my hands away. Sneak in a little grope. Light as the touch was, the heat of her flesh was like a third-degree burn. Kylie shivered again, only this time I was pretty sure it wasn’t from the cold.
Hmm, she could try to hide it, but I knew she wanted me.
Kylie grinned, a wicked, sexy, fuck me grin that made all the blood in my body head south.
“I plead the fifth,” she said.
Fucking hell, that voice. Undoubtedly feminine, with a hint of smoldering rasp woven through it. She may as well have been jerking me off.
I smiled, even though I wanted that goddamn name. Kylie was dangerous. I had to play it right or I risked pissing her off. Then I would have nothing. No name, no flirting, and no Kylie.
“Alright,” I said reluctantly as I made sure the fake smile stayed pasted on my face. I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you. Again.”
Kylie hesitated, but eventually slipped her small hand into mine. If I thought the tingle from the stroke of fingertips on her shoulder was amazing, full hand to hand contact nearly made me blow in my briefs. Somehow, the minimal touch sizzled almost as strong and scorching hot as full-blown sex, the sensation akin to a static shock, only more intense. Electricity hissed and popped at a cellular level, the sparks lighting up every last one of my erogenous zones—and with Kylie, I discovered there were a lot more than I previously thought.
With a layer of thick, potent desire that roiled just below the surface of my skin, I never wanted to let go. Somehow, I managed to keep the handshake brief, though I held on a little too long. Long enough to be awkward. Kylie frowned and when she tugged to free herself from my grip, I reluctantly released her.
She immediately used her reclaimed hand to clasp the front of my jacket closed, to shield her bare skin from the bitter wind. The air between us went from inferno to glacial, comfortable to cumbersome, like two total strangers who fucked once then bumped into each other unexpectedly.