One Perfect Touch (Very Irresistible Bachelors 3)

“But it’s early, Mom,” I said.

“I’ve discovered audiobooks,” Mom explained, but I knew she also wanted to give Rob and me some privacy.

Once she was inside her room, I went back to the living room. Rob was standing next to the couch, watching me intently. The air between us just crackled with tension, intensifying with every step I took.

r /> “Do you want some wine?” I asked when I was just a few inches away.

“Whatever you want. But first, this.” He slid a hand along the side of my head, wrapping his fingers in my hair. His mouth was desperate on mine, sucking my lower lip, biting my tongue lightly.

I wrapped both hands in his shirt, tugging at it.

No, I can’t undress him in Mom’s living room.

But instinct always won when I was with him. It went even beyond that, a need so deep, I couldn’t explain it.

Letting go of his shirt, I drew my hands up slowly over his chest. I only became aware that we were moving when we fell on the couch: Rob on his back, me on top of him. This couch was even smaller than the one in the study. I had no idea how we fit on it. A glance backward revealed that Rob’s ankles were hanging over the armrest.

Laughing, I hid my face in the crook of his neck. His hands wandered from the sides of my breasts down to my waist, and even farther down to my thighs. He stopped on my ass, fondling it. Big surprise.

“What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Dumont?”

“What does it feel like?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re being inappropriate.”

“Skye, this isn’t inappropriate,” he warned. “And you know that.” He ran his fingers over the crack of my ass, then under one cheek, resting it on my thigh. Sliding his thumb between us, he skimmed the edge of the front of my panties.

Even through a layer of clothes, a heat so intense curled through me that my nipples instantly turned hard. Licking my lips, I slid to one side so I half straddled him, but he placed me back on top.

“That’s exactly where I want you,” he said.

I placed one hand on top of the other, and my chin on that, looking him straight in the eye.

“You’re extra demanding tonight,” I teased.

“Sweetness, I want to have my fill of you. Who knows when I’ll see you next time.”

I bit my lip, trying to ignore that irrational fear clawing up my throat again, but I didn’t know how.

***

Rob

“True, the next few weeks are going to be pretty busy,” she said.

“I imagine.”

“I... I don’t know how much free time I’ll have.”

Her voice suddenly became small and vulnerable. Frowning, I slid my hand under her chin, raising her head.

“What do you mean?”

She sat up, fiddling with her thumbs before rising from the couch altogether. Grabbing plates from the table, she brought them to the small nook adjacent to the kitchen. What was going on? She was in a state I hadn’t experienced before, and I wanted to get her out of it.

“It’s just that....” She wasn’t looking me in the eye. I walked to the kitchen until I stood right in front of her. Still, she looked down.

“Skye, talk to me.”