Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,7

sprawled together in the back of the limo. Well, not so much sprawled as…he had her pinned to the seat. His body was on top of hers, he’d grabbed her wrists and anchored them over her head, and his legs were lodged between her spread thighs. Her dress had ridden up. Way, way up.

Three… Adrenaline coursed through his body but, because of their, um, delicate position, so did lust. He was having a rather unmistakable reaction, and he knew that Alyssa had to feel it. Feel him.

His head lifted. “Are you okay?”

Her long lashes slowly rose. Her breath came in quick hitches.

“Alyssa? Ba—” Nope. He cut himself off right before he called her baby. That would have been a fatal mistake. “Were you hit?” He didn’t think so, but—

“Someone shot at me.”

Yes. Actually, someone had shot at her three times. “Were you hit?”

“No.” Her voice was low. Breathy.

Her mouth was a few inches from his. It would be so easy to lower his head. To take her lips. To finally taste what he’d wanted for so long.

And, his head did begin to lower. She didn’t say anything. The limo was racing down the road and Alyssa was pressed tightly to him, and her mouth—

“What are you doing?” Alyssa’s hushed question seemed torn from her.

But it brought him back to reality. Stopped him when his mouth was less than an inch from hers. What was he doing? Sebastian cleared his throat. “Saving your life. Obviously.”

Chapter Two

“I realize I probably just gained superhero status in your eyes,” Sebastian continued in that deep, rumbling voice of his, “but do try to control yourself around me, if you can.”

Her heart drummed so hard and fast that Alyssa was pretty certain her entire body was shaking. She’d never been shot at in her life. The thunder of those bullets had scared the hell out of her.

And now…

She became aware of a whole lot of things. Mostly…Sebastian. Sebastian being on top of her. Between her legs. She also could have absolutely sworn… “You were going to kiss me.”

He laughed. “I saved your life, that’s what I did.”

“You were just about to kiss me.” Okay, yes, the lighting in the back of the limo was dim, but she’d been pretty sure his focus had been on her mouth, and his head had been lowering toward her, and—

“I was trying to make sure you hadn’t been hit. You know, being the amazing Good Samaritan that I am.”

His mouth was still so close to hers. His body—jeez, the guy was all muscle—was above her. He wasn’t crushing her with his weight, though. Sebastian always seemed to be conscious of his size and power.

Speaking of size… Her hips shifted a bit. “OhmyGod.”

“What?”

“You’re…you’re turned on.” She knew her face had to be blood red. What was worse? Almost getting shot or having Sebastian Ridgeway between her thighs…turned on between her thighs?

Fine, obviously, nearly getting shot was worse. But having him that way…

“Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s a reaction to the adrenaline. Nothing personal.”

Wait. Had he just told her that his arousal was nothing personal? Sonofa— “Get off,” she snarled.

“But I’m protecting you. Doing a whole human-shield bit so that you won’t get shot and—”

“I bet the limo has bulletproof glass and all kinds of fun little extras.” Because Sebastian and her brother always went over the top when it came to transport.

Although maybe that whole over the top style was more necessary than I thought.

“Yes,” Sebastian told her softly. “It does. Bulletproof glass and plenty of extras.”

“Then get off.”

His hands released hers. His fingers trailed lightly over her wrists, then he pulled back and moved his body to the seat next to her.

She immediately bolted up. Her shaking fingers grabbed her dress and yanked the fabric back down over her legs.

“Pity.”

Alyssa’s head snapped toward Sebastian.

“You’ve got truly phenomenal legs.”

Suspicion had her squinting at him. “Just how well can you see in the dark?”

“It’s not completely dark in here. Besides, I’ve enjoyed the view before.”

Her pounding heart wasn’t slowing down. “Now is not the time to mess with me.”

“Who said I was messing with you? I was giving you a heartfelt compliment. You’ve got killer legs. I’m sure you know it.”

“And I’m sure you are trying to drive me crazy! I’m sure—” But Alyssa broke off because she’d just had a thought hit her. Hard. “I wasn’t shot at.”

“Um. Yes, you were.”

She glanced around the interior of the limo. A bottle of champagne waited in an ice bucket nearby. She grabbed it, popped