He glanced up at the sound of her husky voice. Gone were the black jacket and ice-pick heels. Barefoot and wearing only the slim black skirt and tight-fitting camisole that accentuated her curvy figure, she walked back toward him. Arousal punched through his gut again, shutting down his brain in the process.
“My feet were killing me,” she said.
And she was killing him. His mouth went dry.
She accepted the wine he handed her. “Thank you. What should we drink to?”
A night of mindless sex.
His eyes followed the glass as she lifted it to her lips. For a split second he contemplated knocking it out of her hand, before reality kicked him in the stomach.
“How about to unexpected encounters?” he responded in a voice that was steadier than he’d anticipated.
“To unexpected encounters.” A smile tugged at the corners of her tantalizing mouth as she tapped her glass against his, then took a long swallow.
Hell, there went the marathon sex. Hiding his disappointment, he lifted his own wine and sipped.
Her glass lowered. “So, tell me. Do you make a habit out of stalking visiting professors?”
Only when they had something he really wanted. “No.”
“Hmm.” She sent him a disbelieving look before walking into the living area, where she sat on the plush couch with her wine. He followed and sank next to her. “Are you married, Mr. Garcia?”
He set his glass on the wrought-iron coffee table. “No. You?”
She shook her head and took another long sip. “Girlfriend?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Hmm,” she said again, her gaze traveling the length of his body before returning to settle on his eyes. She set her half-empty glass next to his. “And how about this? Are one-night stands your thing?”
“I don’t have a thing. Are they yours?”
With a smile, she shook her head and leaned forward, slipping the glasses from his face. She folded the stems and put them on the table.
“Now that we have all the nice little lies out of the way, why don’t you kiss me like you did before?”
The scent of gardenias wafted over him. “Not like before,” he whispered when she got close.
She slid one delicate hand across his chest, the gentle touch stirring the coals in his gut, making his skin tingle with anticipation. Eyes heavy with desire, she brushed her lips across his, and he drew in a breath at the slight contact, his senses kicking into high gear at the soft and supple feel of her mouth.
Paradise. It was the only thought he had, the only one he could focus on as her lips skimmed his. Her tongue licked at the corner of his mouth, coaxing him to open, and those smoldering embers burst to life at the feel of her silky wetness. A need to taste her rushed through him like a wave. His lips parted, searching. Then her wet and teasing tongue dipped inside his mouth, caressing his with soft, demanding strokes.
This definitely wasn’t what he’d anticipated. He was supposed to be the one doing the seducing, not the other way around. For a moment, he wondered if she was taking him for a ride.
Like he cared. Just the heat from her body was enough to make him forget his own name.
*Sigh* I love these two.
Next week I’ll pick something from STOLEN HEAT. In the meantime, check out these other awesome first kiss snippets!