He looked larger than life, and completely out of place. “I’m sorry your meeting was a bust,” she said, rooting through her kitchen drawers for a bottle opener. “Move whatever you need to set things down.” “I shouldn’t,” he said. His voice sounded tight, almost choked. When she glanced at him, she saw his eyes were locked on the curve of her ass as she bent over, going through a lower drawer. She shifted her hips slightly from side to side, and watched his breath catch as he licked his lips. The thought of his tongue sent waves of need through her core, sparkling like electricity. Control, she thought. Just a little bit of control. Please. “Why not?” She didn’t mean for her tone to come out that airy and flirty, but once it was free in the world, well, what was she going to do? “Because if I set these down,” he said, that tight tone still filling his voice, “then my hands will be free.
