Every Girl's Secret Fantasy

“I believe I mentioned a favour,” he said, still walking, and her thoughts wound back.

Yes, he had mentioned something about returning the favour of taking the time to deliver her car personally. She’d thought he’d meant to toy with her again and convince her to put her hands somewhere on his body. She’d ended up doing that, and more, all on her own.

Her throat closed as the exit drew nearer. A gleaming black sports car sat parked on the building’s forecourt, its spokes shining and its lines straight out of a Bond film. This was her Brodricks loaner? She could envisage Pace slipping her into the passenger side, him sliding behind the wheel and stealing her away to heaven knew where to do heaven knew what.

She let out a trembling sigh.

How certain was she that she wanted to protest?

Her toes curled as she asked, “Exactly how big is this favour?”

“Let’s just say…” he flicked her a glance and winked “…it won’t hurt.”

She swallowed.

Well, that was good to know.

“Whatever it is,” she said, “I can walk. You can put me down.”

“I could. But I’m having too much fun.”

Flattered, and taken aback, she gaped at him. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when I know I’m right. Tell me you didn’t enjoy our kiss.”

She crossed her arms and looked away. Always fishing. He didn’t need her affirmation.

Outside now, Pace pulled up. When he didn’t speak or let her down she warily met his gaze. His blue eyes were hooded, but bright in the sunlight—bright and burning with intent. She held her breath as he lifted her higher in his arms and angled his head, pretending he was hard of hearing.

“I’m sorry?” he said. “Did you say something?”

As he spoke, his raspy jaw turned slightly and gently grazed her temple, carefully trailed her cheek. Her body reacted, humming with need, as if her flesh and her blood were programmed to sit up and beg whenever the promise of intimate contact with this man became anything near a possibility.

She wanted to tell him to show a little mercy and give her some breathing space. But, much more, she wanted the delicious sensation he whipped up inside her to go on. Seriously—if he could kiss like that, how would the rest of his repertoire pan out? How would it be to know Pace Davis fully unleashed and acting purely on animal instinct? If he couldn’t set her fireworks off, no one could. Surely neither of them would be disappointed?

Pace’s jaw skimmed her chin, her heart began to thump and her heavy eyes drifted closed. When his lips brushed hers, both nipples fired up beneath her filmy blouse.

He nipped her bottom lip and ran his tongue along the seam. “Say it. Say you want me to kiss you again.”

Her stomach muscles quivered, and she moaned in her throat as his mouth lingered agonisingly close.

Phoebe held herself taut, told herself to think of the consequences if things should go bad. But the urge to surrender was greater than the need to take her next breath.

Oh, what the hell?

Her arms looped around his neck and she raised herself to meet his mouth. For better or worse, she was ready to start talking.

Chapter Four