She couldn’t help but smile. She felt less like a houseplant every second she passed in Josh’s company. “Still think we ought to impose that ‘no talking’ rule?” she prompted, sliding his tie out from under his collar and shivering at the sheer sensuality of the sound. “Did I mention I’m a big proponent of free speech?” Josh flicked one strap of her gown off her shoulder. “I think you ought to feel free to say whatever comes to mind.” Josh’s gaze did more than undress her. Somehow, those gray eyes invited her to share her secrets and dared her to bare her soul. A risk she’d never afforded herself—not with anyone. Nearly two years had passed since her last one-night stand—a blur of awkwardness that hadn’t aroused her half as much as Josh’s single touch. No way would she allow their impersonal sex plan to slip off course. She wanted the lights off, blinds down. And all those too-tempting personal glimpses of Josh properly concealed, so she could enjoy her stolen evening revealing other parts of him.
