her ear, he said, “If you can fire it up so easy, choux, let’s keep right on convincing them.” Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the shell of her ear. She shivered. In a crowded bar, on a packed dance floor, with his body pumping out heat like a furnace against her, she shivered.
“Still playing, choux?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Just checking.” He trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw to her mouth but stopped a hairsbreadth from her open invitation. He hovered there, letting her unsteady puffs of breath tease over his lips. Cradling the back of her head, he lowered his face to brush his lips slowly over hers. Plush as pillows and soft as a sigh, they parted for him. He pulled back just a degree and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip.
“These lips. You can’t know the things I’ve dreamed of doing to them.” The words just tumbled out from some pent-up place in his soul. Probably the same place that wove the dreams. “Kissing them so softly you aren’t even sure it happened.” He demonstrated and savored the way her body melted against his. “Using my teeth on them the way I’ve watched you do yourself, because even you know they’re irresistible.” He ran his teeth along her lower lip and bit just sharply enough to make her gasp. Her hands clasped his neck, then pulled him closer. She made a restless sound. Lightheaded, with a hard-on that throbbed like a bruise, he backed them off the dance floor and into a dark corner. Pinning her in with a wall at her back and his chest crushed to hers, he went on. “In some dreams, choux, I don’t hold back. I can’t. I haul you up and fuck your mouth with my tongue. Hard, fast, deep. I go at you so long your lips get roughed up ’cause I’m not as clean-shaven as I should be. They’re a little sore when I’m done, so the barest touch makes them tingle. Makes everything tingle.”
Bracketing her head with his hands, he gave them both a demonstration of what that would be like. Demonstrated until she clutched his wrists and urgent pleas came from her throat. Nearly out of control, he tore his mouth away. “Do you feel it, choux? Do you feel it here?” He gently pinched her very stiff nipple through the shirt and bra.
Her back bowed as she arched into his touch. One long leg curled around his thigh. “Jesus. God. Yes.”
“And here?” He panted the word and bit his own lip as he slipped a hand under her skirt and stroked the lace covering her pussy. “Jesus, God, Eden, do you feel it here?”
Her eyelids went heavy, but her glazed gaze locked with his. Her mouth worked, but no sound came out. Somehow, that enflamed him even more. He rested his forehead against hers and went swimming in the green ponds of her eyes. “When I’ve done all that to your mouth, choux, I’m going to come down here”—he stroked her again and watched her eyelids surrender to the pull of sensations he set loose inside her—“and do it all again. Every bit. Until you come so hard the whole bar hears you wail.”
He eased a finger under the lace and stirred his way through the hot, wet heaven waiting for him. Forehead still pressed to hers, he stroked again. “Tell me, Eden.” Begging now. He was begging. “Tell me true. You still acting? Because I don’t think your body knows it.” His sure as hell didn’t.
It was the wrong thing to say. He knew it as soon as the words left his lips. They came from the part of his brain that stayed 100 percent focused on self-preservation, no matter what the situation. Apparently, it spoke directly to the part of Eden’s brain that stayed focused on maintaining a line between her professional duties and her personal choices, because her body stilled. Long eyelids snapped open. She took a second to assess their situation—the relative privacy of their dark corner—and then shoved him away.
Right. He mustered up a smug smile and crossed his arms over his chest. “Told you that before we left here tonight you’d forget I was running a con.”
She blinked at him, clearly replaying his words, connecting them to the boast he’d tossed out while they’d been sitting in the parking lot. Her gorgeous mouth dropped open, then closed and firmed into a furious line. “And I told you I