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“Aye, it is. We lost Da back in October, and I still expect to see him when I turn corners around the city.”
“Oh, no. I’m so sorry.” She sets her tea down on the table and takes my hand where it lays against my leg.
Having her hand so close to my zipper has me hardening with delectable swiftness. “Sadly, it is what it is.”
She squeezes my hand. “And I know exactly what you mean about turning the corners. It’s one of the reasons I thought I’d begin again somewhere new.”
I like the sound of that.
“So, you’re here for a time, then?”
She tilts her head this way and that. “If all goes to plan, that’s the idea, but I’ve found that life rarely goes to plan.”
“Aye, that’s the truth.”
The conversation goes quiet, and she turns her attention to the dance floor on the other side of the glass wall. She’s tired and sad, and the electric charge in the air is dimming.
Talking about our dead parents doused the mood like a bucket of cold water. That’s not the way I wanted this to go.
Getting up, I tug her to her feet and walk her over to look out the glass wall. “The energy of the folks on the dance floor never ceases to energize me. When the day gets me down, I have a pint standing here and things seem to fall into perspective.”
I hope it will have the same effect on her.
She waves out at the people having fun. “One-way glass? I didn’t notice being able to see into an office while I was downstairs.”
“It is. I can watch over things without being seen or drawn into anything.” I shift behind her and place my hands against the glass on either side of her shoulders, penning her in.
“That sounds awfully voyeuristic.” There’s no missing the invitation in her words.
Fuck. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Certainly not fully dressed and with a woman I haven’t even kissed yet.
I drop my mouth to the crook of her neck and rectify that as I breathe in the scent of her skin. “Your pulse is racing against my lips, Miss Laine. Are you imagining me fucking you against the glass?”
“Well, if I wasn’t, I am now.”
I smirk against her skin. “And is that something you want to explore? Are you hungering for some mind-blowing spontaneity tonight?”
Her head drops back as she presses her hands against the glass next to mine. “Do you ever just want a moment so intense that the real-world dissolves and you can escape…even if it’s only for a little while?”
“You have no idea how often.”
I continue to explore the column of her neck, nipping and sucking against her racing pulse. “Tell me, Miss Laine, are you noisy when a man is driving you over the edge? Do you cry out in pleasure? Will you scream my name?”
The arch of her back brings her ass up against the bulge of my pants and she groans. “I guess you’ll just have to find that out for yourself.”
A low growl rumbles up my throat. “Challenge accepted.”
Without easing off her neck, I drop my hands from the glass and find the front clasp of her jeans. After making quick work of the button and zipper, I shove the denim out of my way.
My fingers slide into the heat at her core, and I suck in a breath. She’s soaked and ready for me. “Fuck. You are much too addictive.”
“Glad you think so,” she breathes, shoving her jeans down her thighs so I can get at her better. “Well, wait until I’m rested and on my game. I’m only functioning at fifty percent at the moment.”
“I can’t fucking wait.” I’m not sure what this woman has done to me, but I don’t want it to end. “Turn around. I need to kiss you properly.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laine
