incentive for helping a damsel in distress?”
“Listen, big guy, you can’t knock a girl on her ass and
expect her to help herself up. What kind of gentleman would you be?” She had
the most adorable way of wrinkling her nose when she smiled. He wanted to see
her smile again.
Daniel laughed, the first real one he’d had in a long time.
Reaching down, he grasped her forearm, helping her to stand. He deliberately
pulled too hard, causing her to stumble straight into his arms. He tightened
his grip around her back. Her smell was intoxicating, her nipples—hard little
nubs—brushed over his chest. Thoughts of her lying between him and Matt clouded
his brain.
“Angel, I’m not a gentleman of any sort.” He leaned in, and
for a brief moment Daniel thought she would let him kiss her. Then her hazy
expression cleared. She stiffened and Daniel immediately set her away from him.
As she disappeared into the stairwell, Daniel waved.
“Bye, angel.”
Chapter Six
Gathering what she could of her composure, Shannon headed
toward the elevator. She got there just in time for the doors to slide open,
leaving her to step in and relive her moment with the second most beautiful man
she’d ever seen. When he’d smiled at her, a naughty sparkle in his eyes, she’d
decided he was every bit as beautiful as Matthew, in a different way.
Matthew was pure boyish charm. He radiated sex, but he also
exuded fun. This man was movie-star gorgeous. There wasn’t anything boyish
about him. He radiated sex, but it was dark, hinting at forbidden pleasures.
He smelled good. Really good. Matthew’s taste was still on
her lips, but she wanted to taste this man, too. And his voice was like crushed
velvet, brushing over her with an almost physical touch. What was happening to
her? It was as if when she had driven across the Michigan state line, some
inner barrier had dropped. Something had changed, freeing a woman who could
hunger for two men at the same time. Who could hunger, she realized, to
take two men at the same time.
He’d almost kissed her. He had touched her, and when her
nipples had rubbed over his her breath had hitched, and she knew he’d felt it
too. She was flushed and wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal.
Because if her nipples had been hard against his chest, his cock had been even
harder, dragging over the soft skin of her belly. She wondered how his mouth
would taste and slumped against the elevator wall. Apparently she could hunger,
but she wasn’t quite brave enough to do anything about it.
Five minutes later, Shannon found herself staring at a door
for the second time in less than an hour. Only this time it was her own. And
she was locked on the wrong side of it.
“Fuck!” She didn’t use a lot of profanity. It was a bad
habit for a teacher to get into—it wouldn’t do to slip up in front of the
kiddies. But sometimes only a good old four-letter word got the point across.
Well, she could stand here like a statue hoping Matt noticed
her keys and brought them down to her, or she could go back up and get them
herself. Maybe she’d get lucky and catch him with his shirt off. Or his pants.
Wondering if he’d agree that she’d had enough time to “think
about things”, she turned and headed back into the jaws of temptation.
* * * * *
“You forgot your keys.” Matt was smiling as he opened the
door. Daniel stood leaning against the jamb with his hands tucked casually in
his pockets. Matthew’s smile faded a bit, became more speculative.
“Expecting someone?” With a hungry little grin, he looked
over his shoulder then back. “Wouldn’t happen to be that really hot little
number I just ran into?”
Matt walked away from the door without answering. Daniel
followed him in, not bothering to close the door behind him.
“What do you want, Daniel?” Matthew crossed his arms and
stood facing Daniel. Daniel couldn’t help but notice the flush on Matthew’s
cheeks, and the heavy thrust
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