For Seven Nights Only - Sarah Ballance Page 0,34

to know, then I’ve got nothing.”

A grin teased her lips. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got something.”

“I definitely have something, and it’s definitely there for you.”

“Hardly an exclusive club.”

“Sweetheart, think hard. Have you ever seen me stumbling out of the elevator dressed like this?”

“No,” she whispered.

“That’s because it hasn’t happened.”

“What happens tomorrow? You don’t want long-term,” she said.

Well. That sentence just lay there like a dead weight. She was right—he wasn’t into anything long-term. But Kelsie—maybe they could be friends afterwards. That would be new. “You don’t want long-term with me, so we’re even,” he finally countered. “And if you want those bedroom questions laid to rest…”

“There’s the line,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Wouldn’t feel right without it.”

“Good.” He closed the distance, capturing her in another kiss just as the doors opened to her floor. He hadn’t asked whether she preferred her place or his. He figured she wouldn’t want any part of his bed, all things considered, and her concerns over the elevator pretty well confirmed that.

Her hand shook when she tried to unlock her apartment. Minidick must have heard the scratching at the knob, because he proceeded to lose his shit. Great. That little cockblocker would probably kill her mood completely. “You got any of that meat left?”

“Yeah,” she said. Shaky. Sawyer closed his hand on hers, helping her get the key in the lock. She pushed open the door and stepped over the threshold while he stood there. Hesitating. Not because he didn’t want her, but because he didn’t want her to feel like she had to. She thought he knew every line in the book, but the truth was he’d never needed lines. At least not anything that required concentration or effort.

Minidick fan-rushed Kelsie and stood at her feet, shaking and wagging and yipping. A quick glance at the food and water bowls made it clear the crisis was all in the mutt’s head. Kelsie must have been on the same page, because she met Sawyer’s eyes with a shy grin. Then she reached for his hand and pulled him inside.

“You can’t undo this,” he said. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He’d never wasted so much time on warnings, but the thought of her regretting him made him ache almost as much as did his desire for her.

“You trying to get out of this? Or am I just not good enough to join the roster?” She punctuated the jab with a challenging smirk.

“Sweetheart, right now you obliterate the roster.” And me. But he didn’t say that.

“Good, because I really don’t care about your damned list.”

Profanity. He liked where this was going.

He turned and locked the door, and when he pivoted back around, he almost lost his breath. She had that same flushed, exuberant look she’d worn after their visit to the club, only this time it was for him. That black dress was probably supposed to be more modest than it appeared on her, but all he saw was curve after curve he couldn’t wait to explore. Deep brown eyes focused on him with a soft intensity that made him feel things he’d never felt before, but he wasn’t going there. His entire purpose in her life was to find her a man, and for a thousand different reasons, that man could never be him.

This was just sex.

He drew her a step toward him, then reached behind her to unzip the dress. It didn’t fall to the floor—it was too clingy for that particular cliché to happen—so he knelt in front of her and ever so slowly began to work the fabric up her thighs, palms flattened against her skin, his face within licking distance of dragging her, screaming, into her first orgasm of the night. His mouth literally watered at the thought, but instead of diving in and tearing through her underwear with his teeth, he looked up. Met her eyes. They were a little glazed.

With his hands now on her hips, he stood. Her dress bunched around her waist as he eased it higher, baring the curve of her waist, then dragging the material past her breasts. As soon as those peaks fell free, he longed to taste them. To lick and suck until she screamed his name, but he didn’t want to leave her with the dress around her neck—he needed her naked, yesterday—so he stayed on task, lifting the garment from her shoulders and easing it over her head.

Finally, she was bare to him, but for her panties and high heels. He held up