One Perfect Touch (Very Irresistible Bachelors 3)

“Something like that.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“I just want to spend a few more minutes with you, Skye.”

I tilted forward a few more inches, until I smelled her faint perfume. Damn, I was playing with fire.

Clearing her throat, she took a step back, pointing at me. “Just walk me to your door.”

“Why, afraid you’ll invite me in if I come to yours?”

“Maybe,” she whispered. Fuck, her lips and smile looked absolutely delicious. The knowledge that she wanted me just as badly was driving me insane.

“You bite your lip every time I look at your mouth. Think I didn’t notice?” I feathered my fingers over her cheek, then slowly over her lower lip. I was seconds away from kissing her.

She parted her lips on an exhale. My eyes flared, and I captured her mouth. She fisted my shirt, taking it out of my pants before slipping her hand underneath it, over my abdomen. I needed more than this kiss. I needed to touch her. She moved her hand farther up my chest before descending back down, right until she reached the metal clasp of my belt.

“Skye, fuck,” I exclaimed on a groan, cupping her ass. Her short dress shifted, and I touched her bare ass cheeks. The next second she pressed her thighs together. She’d drenched her panties, I was sure of it.

She arched her hips into me, biting my lower lip lightly before kissing me again. She was pressed against me: her breasts, her hips. I moved my hands over her buttocks to her hips, then back down to her ass cheeks, dangerously close to the strap in between them. A light tremor coursed through her. I was so turned on that I could barely breathe.

Groaning, I tore my mouth from hers. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Her eyes were hooded, but when I pulled back a few inches, she exhaled sharply, glancing at the door. It was my cue that she wasn’t ready for more tonight. Her body might have been, but she wasn’t.

“After you,” I said, tilting my head toward the door.

I walked slightly behind her but reached ahead of her and opened the door. I made to go out with her, but Skye pointed at me again.

“No. You stay here.”

“Or what?” I teased.

She licked her lips. Fucking hell, was she trying to kill me? I clutched the handle tightly. It was either that or kiss her against the doorframe.

“I don’t know. Just seems the smart thing to do.”

“Fine, but first, I want you to promise we’ll do this again soon.”

“Maybe.”

I laughed when she closed the door quickly, as if it was the only thing she could think of to cut through the thick sexual tension between us.

Hell, tonight had taken me by surprise in every way possible. I’d been attracted to Skye from the first time I saw her, but then again, a man would have to have ice running through his veins not to be attracted to her. She was beautiful and sensual, but tonight, that attraction had magnified by a factor of one million. When I’d spoken about Anne and Lindsay, she’d understood exactly what I was saying. Back in LA, some acquaintances told me point-blank that I was crazy to change things so drastically just because my sister was going through a divorce. But Skye... Skye was one of a kind.

She’d only said maybe to a repeat of tonight. But I was excellent at turning maybe into yes.

Chapter Nine

Skye

Over the next few days, I learned that having a hot-as-sin neighbor came with a few perks... especially because he went out for a run every evening at the same time. He wore shorts and a T-shirt that were unfortunately not very tight, but there was plenty to admire, such as his sculpted calves and arms.

On the third evening, he proved that he hadn’t gotten those mouthwatering biceps by running: he did fifty push-ups right in his backyard. Yum....

How was a girl supposed to not have sexy dreams after such a performance every evening?

Truthfully, watching him through my kitchen window had been my only “interaction” with Rob since our dinner. He left early in the morning, and I returned late in the evening. Besides, his sister and niece stopped by for dinner almost every night.