by Vivi Anna
But, no, he wasn’t married. Mike might only know Jillian through his new wife, Molly, but he still wouldn’t allow a married man to come on to her. “What would Mike say if I asked about you?”
The stranger’s smile kicked higher. His fingers began a rhythm at her waist that was both featherlight and amazingly distracting. “That I love a good challenge and know how to leave a woman with a smile.”
The cockiness of the answer probably should have made her have second thoughts. Instead, she laughed and smiled back. God, how she missed bantering for the hell of it. “So, you’re a womanizer?”
“Is that what it sounded like?”
“Is that how it is?”
Seconds ticked by, and Jillion anxiously waited for his response. It came in actions instead of words. His fingers moved higher, along her thinly clothed sides, to graze the outer swell of her breasts. He applied the slightest bit of pressure and her nipples pulsed for his touch.
That dangerously sexy mouth of his curved once more. His eyes showed amusement that ensured he knew the effect he was having on her. It was tempting to turn away and reject him and the arrogance he gave off as far as his sexual appeal was concerned. She might have, too, if at that moment his thumb didn’t reach out to stroke the underside of her breast, the pad moving in a leisurely circle that had every one of her nerves at attention.
She bit back a sigh that he would move inward, closer to her straining nipple. There was no need to sigh, no need to beg. She could feel his swollen cock cradled against her belly. He wanted her. All she had to do was say she wanted him, too, and they would be out of there and in some place far more private.
Heat speared through her with the thought of how quickly they could be away from there, their clothes stripped away, limbs tangled, naked and sweaty. Those strong, very capable-looking lips of his on hers, his tongue stroking her flesh with damp, lazy licks. The hot, hard length of his shaft pushing between her thighs and deep into her sheath.
Oh, yes, she wanted that. Wanted to let go and just feel.
If only the circumstances were right….
Jillian struggled to mask her eagerness. That he knew Mike didn’t bother her. Once they returned from their honeymoon, Mike and Molly would be moving halfway across the country. The only things that mattered here were that she wouldn’t be seeing or hearing from this man after tonight and that her actions with him couldn’t return to harm her. “Where are you from?”
The slow movement of his thumb along the underside of her breast paused, starting again with his reply. “Chicago.”
Anticipation jetted through her, pushing her building desire to new heights. He wasn’t from around here, and the more she looked at him, the more certain she was they’d never met. Those two factors combined were an even greater stimulant than his potent grin. They meant the circumstances were right. And that meant she was going to have the one thing she’d craved these last four years even more than the loud, slightly tacky outfits that used to make up her wardrobe.
She was going to have no-holds-barred, kill the composure and give into the thrill sex. Hallelujah!
“What about a name?”
She didn’t bother to mask her eagerness and he clearly took note. His penis jerked against her belly and his expression became one of urgency. “Brendan,” he said, the calm tone belying his hot look.
“Just Brendan?”
“That would all depend. Is it just Jilly?”
Jillian managed to stop herself from correcting his usage of her childhood name. It was immature and completely removed from the capable, commanding woman she’d transformed herself into. But, for tonight, it was perfect.
Smiling, she moved her hands from his neck to coast over his sides. She thanked the glasses of wine she’d had with dinner, and moved her hands lower still. Her fingers reached his tuxedo pants and, through the thin material of his dress shirt, she caressed the virile flesh just above his waist.
His breath rushed in and his cock jerked once again.
Her smile growing with the distinctly female power that assailed her, she brought her lips to his ear. The spicy tang of aftershave and something far more intoxicating filled her senses as she whispered, “Just Jilly, and so you don’t have to waste your time asking, the answer is yes.”
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