Irresistibly Exotic Men. Laura Iding

hands touching every part of him. He itched to reach out and grab a handful of her luscious, rounded butt.

      She was driving him crazy, as if punishing him for something.

      He felt punished. It was retribution for letting the past weeks build up, for not seeking professional help sooner, just like Beth said.

      She walked around the table, returning to his lower back, fingers trailing across his skin. Lust tensed him up. She must have felt it because she said, “No, no. Don’t do that.”

      “What?”

      “Tighten your lower back. Here.” Her hands began to knead the troubled spot. Luke groaned. It was a different kind of pain this time. His tight groin pressed unbearably against the unyielding table while his mind ran riot. And he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

      “You finished yet?” He finally got out.

      “Hang on, I’ve still got to—”

      “Thanks. That’s okay.” He pulled himself up, grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head.

      After a moment’s fumbling with the lower buttons, he took a breath, then another, before he got his body under control. And now with his untucked shirt hiding any lingering evidence, he turned back to face her. She looked astonished and confused while he ached uncomfortably. Dammit.

      “I should go and get a shower.” Yet he made no attempt to leave.

      “Okay.” Beth wiped her hands on a towel and tried not to let her disappointment show. He was uptight again and that pretty much kicked all her good work out the window.

      She glanced at him, intending only to linger a moment but instead ended up staring. A faint sheen of sweat hugged the shirt to his chest, a chest sprinkled with dark hair that tapered down until the buttons hindered her view.

      The breath she swallowed dried her throat.

      He was a very large, very muscular man in a pair of crisply cut pants and a creased shirt that probably cost more than a week’s wages.

      A dark, dangerous-looking man now focused right in on her as if she was some kind of last meal, the musky smell of his sweat and a faint, woodsy aftershave mingling with her oils.

      “Beth?”

      “Yes?” Her voice came out as an unfamiliar croak.

      “If you’re going to stop me, do it now because I’m about to break rule number two.”

      She swallowed as he took those few steps toward her, reached out and slowly tugged her to him, giving her time to protest. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. She could pull away if she wanted, but resistance felt as appealing as wading through a pool of honey. It was as if he had her hypnotized and all she could do was let him drag his fingers through her hair. Sweep his thumbs over her jaw.

      His eyes held hers, unwavering, hypnotic. His thumb pad deliberately caressed her bottom lip, rubbing against the soft contours.

      The heat from his body curled into her like a flame. His mouth—so close, so kissable—feathered a warm breath over her bottom lip. Teasing. Testing. Beth felt the full blast of hot, urgent desire and wanted to groan aloud because it felt so good.

      She felt like melting right there on the floor when he flicked his tongue out and touched the tip to her slightly parted lips. Every muscle in her body started to sing with anticipation. Her lungs couldn’t get enough air and her mind shorted out as pleasure-induced confusion flooded in. His mouth focused on her jawline, placing gentle nips along the length then sliding down into the hollow of her throat.

      Oh, sweet heaven.

      He nipped at her jaw, following the trail left by his fingers. She let her eyes close in pleasure.

      “Is this so bad?” His rough voice against her neck was doing a serious number on her nerves.

      “No.” Not bad … so very good.

      “So you have no objections to this?” He reached the base of her throat and gently nuzzled her flesh. She groaned. “Or this?”

      His hand slid up her body, past her waist, over her ribs. When he reached the swell of her breast, she released a hiss.

      Every tingling pulse rushed through her veins, making it impossible to fight the feeling. She realized she didn’t want to fight it. Maybe it was because she’d been alone for so long and had missed the physical side of passion. Maybe she needed to be touched after an eternity of nothing. Maybe she was secretly wishing he would make love to her.

      Maybe it was his hot breath whispering in her ear, the urgent press of his groin against hers.

      Beth could taste him in every pore. Like a fire that had started in the pit of her belly, her body was hot and molten—and then she was wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him flush against her heat. She could see him behind her eyelids, could smell, feel, taste him.

      It had been so long since she had been kissed.

      Been wanted.

      No one had touched her like this, in a way that she forgot all reason.

      He was caressing the length of her back now and her skin itched for his fingers to touch her all over. Her breath came in short and irregular gasps, barely an inch away from his teasing lips. Was she whimpering like a love-starved virgin? She must be because Luke skimmed his bottom lip lightly over hers and whispered, “You want me to kiss you?”

      “Mmm.”

      Slowly, inch by aching inch, he covered her mouth with his.

      Luke De Rossi not only looked like a kissing master, he was hands down one of the best. Her breath merged with his, stirring a long-forgotten ache deep inside, flaring up to lick her body in need. It attacked the part of her mind that controlled rational thought, eating away at her reservations.

      He stroked his hands down her arms, creating shivering goose bumps in his wake.

      “You want me to stop?” he muttered against her mouth. “I will if you want me to.”

      She wanted to give in to him, so much that it made her chest ache. “I …”

      She wanted him. For the first time in her life she wanted to leap on in and damn the consequences, grab everything he offered—every no-strings-attached kiss, every blood-boiling caress.

      But that would mean giving something in return. Something she’d worked ten years to protect.

      With a groan, she snapped open her eyes. Luke continued his assault on her neck as she tried to pull back, gasping as his teeth nibbled at her flesh.

      Frantically, she pushed. “Stop.”

      He stumbled but regained his feet quickly. The arousal in his heavy eyes held a shot of confusion.

      “Beth—”

      “We shouldn’t …” She cleared her throat. “This isn’t professional. My life is good. I’m happy. I don’t want—” She swallowed thickly. “I don’t do casual sex.”

      “There’d be nothing casual about it.” His husky timbre sounded like a promise. It made her insides quiver.

      “No.” She hated the way her denial came out breathy, almost expectant. Anger at her weakness gave her voice more strength when she said, “No. We’re in the middle of a crazy situation and I don’t need another distraction. Not now.”

      “Is that all this would be—a distraction?”

      “Yes.” She glanced away, wrapping her arms around her waist. She could still feel his heat, still smell his scent on her clothes. She still wanted his mouth on hers.

      When he didn’t respond, she chanced a look.

      He was shaking his head, a frown creasing his brow.

      Her restraint faltered and she let out