If He Only Knew...

The silk fabric slid down her back. “I’m sure you know how to handle that.”

A slow sexy smile curved his mouth and within seconds he unfastened the front clasp and tossed her bra atop his jacket.

4

H ER BREASTS were small and perfect all the way to the pink tips. He’d been hard for the last ten minutes; if he didn’t unzip his fly soon, there’d be damage. And pain. When was the last time he’d wanted a woman like this?

It was definitely worth it. All of it. Coming to Atlanta for this menial case. Suffering Dakota and her annoying I-know-what-you’re-up-to look. The curiosity from everyone in the office, including Teddy in the mailroom. Even enduring Gwen’s undignified temper tantrum because he wouldn’t be in New York to escort her to the Heart Ball that she was cochairing.

Cody knew he was insane, but right now he didn’t give a damn. Sara was every bit as beautiful as he’d imagined.

“I didn’t think you did anything but work.” Sara flattened her palms against his chest and ran them up over his nipples, which promptly responded.

“Where did that come from?”

“You don’t get a chest like this sitting at a desk.”

He laughed, a little surprised at her bluntness. “I play tennis and jog. I even catch a pickup game of softball on the occasional Sunday.”

“Are you serious?”

He touched the tip of one budded nipple, enjoying the way she shivered. Maybe now she’d stop talking and start doing far more interesting things.

She ran her hands back down his chest, to his belly, stopping right above his fly. “I can’t imagine you playing softball.”

“Why not?”

“Must be tough playing in a suit.”

“Hey, I played baseball all through high school and for three years in college.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Instead of being satisfied and moving on, she looked even more curious. “Were you playing on a scholarship?”

“No.” That would’ve pushed his parents over the edge.

“What happened the fourth year?”

“I decided to concentrate more on my studies.”

“To get into law school.”

He nodded. “You don’t think it’s rather absurd that we’re both half-naked and talking about baseball?”

Sara smiled. “To be honest, this is killing me.”

“I see,” he said slowly as he palmed her right breast.

She moved into his touch, but just for a moment, and then settled back, her eyes full of misgiving. “Do you realize this is the most you’ve ever talked to me?”

“Not true.”

“Okay, when have we had a decent conversation?”

“Back in New York.” He tried not to stare at the way her nipples had ripened. But then again, what the hell. She was the one making a game of this.

“When?”

“Many times.”

“Give me a for instance.” She folded her arms across her chest, cutting off his view.

“I spoke to you nearly every day.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, right. Good morning, Sara. See you tomorrow, Sara. Is Dakota in her office? Have her call me when she gets in. Have you finished typing the Murphy briefs?” With a resigned shake of her head, she added, “I stand corrected. You talked to me all the time.”

The earlier sarcasm had been much easier to take. She was being unreasonable. “The office is no place for small talk.”