Rory (Coded for Love 1)

Sky looked at Rory, curious.

“Maybe.” He smiled.

“Ah, right,” Kristaps replied then waved and left.

Rory groaned at her. “That rebellious streak of yours surfaces far too easily.”

Sky could see he was amused. Shrugging, she laughed. “I only spoke the truth.

His eyes twinkled. He pulled out a chair opposite her and sat down. “You’re a liability.”

“But you always liked that about me.”

He nodded, eyeing her over the edge of his wine glass as he sipped from it.

The atmosphere grew even more loaded.

She noticed his hand on the wine glass, how large and strong it was against the fragile vessel. She wanted to feel that hand on her again, pulling her closer while he made love to her. Sky’s pulse tripped, anticipation making her hot all over. “You have a family photo in your room?”

“Yeah.”

“So are we going to meet them at the pub later?”

He eyed her openly making no attempt to hide what he was thinking. “As I said, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

He put down his glass and rested his arms on the table, closing the space between them. “I don’t want to spend time with my housemates while you’re here.”

She liked the way that sounded, but tried not to show it too obviously, so she teased him instead. “We could all hang out together.”

A possessive look shone in his eyes. “I didn’t invite you here to share you.”

Heady with the rush, she took a deep breath. “Well, why don’t you show me which room is yours? I didn’t want to investigate in case I was in the wrong room.”

Rory didn’t need to be asked twice. Pushing back his chair, he skirted the table, reaching out for her hand and guided her to the hall and up the stairs.

It was the one with the closed door. She should have guessed. Once inside she stepped over to the dresser where the family photo stood in a black frame. It was a Christmas photo, all of them around the dinner table, party hats on, pulling funny faces at the camera. She was sitting up against Rory. The table was too small for the number of people invited anyway, which gave her the perfect excuse to be crammed up against him. The sight of it made her laugh.

“It was one crazy Christmas,” he commented.

“There were too many of us.” She took a sidelong glance at him.

“Yup, and we all planned to escape after the meal, but lost the will to live after all the food.”

“Yes, better to socialize before the meal, right?”

“Of course.”

They both knew it was going to happen but talked on, circling each other, savoring the anticipation building between them. There in his room, it was ticking in her mind, a time bomb of desire, waiting to explode. He looked so intensely male, she ached to have him over her, to feel him thrusting into her.

“I like your room.”

“You haven’t even looked at it.”

Staring at him, she shook her head. “That’s because I like you even better, so I’m looking at you.”

He closed the space between them, cupped the back of her head in one hand. “I like you too, but you’re trouble.”