His Irresistible Darling - Sarah Randall Page 0,60

started, and every time she dropped her feet to the bed he got the most delicious sight on the planet. His eyes had almost bugged out of their sockets. She was sporting a tank top and a pair of the shortest shorts he had ever seen on a woman’s body. Her legs dropped again as she reached her hand into the large bowl of popcorn she had insisted on making before the movie started.

He shook his head in a feeble attempt to clear it. Useless. His eyes traced her legs from that heavenly, sinful crease to her toes as he fought the urge to reach out and draw her perfectly painted toes towards his mouth so he could worship each flawlessly elegant digit with his tongue, kiss along her instep and maybe scrape his teeth teasingly. Would she let him? He pondered naughtily. Would she moan and drop her head forward into his thick bedding? Most likely, she’d kick him somewhere sensitive… He sniggered inadvertently and she turned her head to face him. He offered her a saintly smile in reply. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously before turning back to the film—a romcom by the sounds of her swooning at the male lead—and giggling. He decided that her giggle was his second favourite sound in the world—the first being her throaty moan in response to his kiss.

Her legs went up in the air again and he resumed his gawking. His body reacted in the usual way and he was forced to quickly grab for one of his pillows and cover himself before Pippa turned again. God she made him feel like a randy teenager. Would she be ticklish when he ran his tongue along that divine crease in her body?

Sometime later, Pippa yawned and stretched as the film had apparently finished. “Right, well, think that’s me done for the night,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder before making a move to gather her stuff together and shuffle off his bed. “You got everything you need?” she checked.

That and more, he thought. He had the hard-on from hell…but answered, “Yes thanks. Goodnight, Pippa.”

As the door closed behind her, Jumal smothered his face with the pillow he’d had pressed against his heated groin for most of the night. He groaned and cursed crudely into it with frustration for several moments.

“Jumal?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. This couldn’t be happening. No. No. No. NO!! Instinct told him that she was standing over him to his right side but he didn’t want to move the pillow. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed, he tried to convince himself.

He finally lowered the pillow and saw precisely where she was looking. Oh, goody, she’d noticed, he thought sardonically. He threw the pillow to his side in disgust with himself.

“Pippa,” he said slowly, trying to get her to focus on his face, anything but where she was looking. The harder she looked at him, the harder he got!

He took no pleasure from the fact that her face was as flushed as his own. Her chest was rising and falling quickly again…just like in the kitchen earlier. Could she possibly…? He refused to go there.

He tried again. “Pippa?”

She seemed enthralled and the favourite part of his body was more than happy to stand up and show off to his new fan. Well, guess he had his answer to that question he’d asked himself on the helicopter trip to Dubai… Something had definitely caught her attention and she seemed to like what she saw…

He watched her closely as she swallowed deeply. She still hadn’t looked at his face and he winced as he tried to sit up.

“I er, forgot my phone,” she told him, nodding to his side table but still not moving her eyes from his lower body. She bit her lip. “So er—do you need some help with that?” Her voice was now low and sultry as she nodded towards his groin. Oh and wouldn’t you know, his best friend twitched in eagerness. Perfect. What the hell had she said? Had he just imagined it? Crap, was he dreaming in a self-induced medicated stupor?

He couldn’t help the rush of air that suddenly shot from his lungs. It could have been a laugh or a cry. What the hell? He was dumbstruck, completely and utterly lost for words. He raked a hand through his hair and cleared his throat…flabbergasted. That was a word he’d picked up from Matt in the past. It fit perfectly now; he was flabbergasted. Good