but your eyes, they tell me a different story.” He straightened. “I promise to be a proper gentleman.”
She stared at him for what seemed a long time. Finally she sighed. “I guess I can come over. That means you're coming to the lame Christmas party with me?"
"Is Jason okay with that? I don't want to mess up someone's holiday." He hesitated. “Did you just say it was lame?”
"He doesn't know, but I'll talk to him this afternoon." She ignored his second question.
"I'll come. It’s part of the deal. Enough talking. Lie back and let me sooth that muscle for you."
She dropped back on her back as he moved to stand above her. His eyes dragged down her, lust covering his beautiful face. He moved the towel up a little on her right thigh as she stiffened.
"Just relax. Close your eyes and rest. I’m not going to do anything sexy."
She did as he said, the soft brush of his fingers on her knee comforting. The unwrapping of the binding hurt a little, but she could tell he was going slowly to ensure the least amount of discomfort to her. She opened her eyes to watch him, unable to miss the opportunity to see him up close again. His finger pressed into the tender meat of her knee, rubbing and pulling as he seemed to slip into a focused pattern.
"Good?" he whispered, his voice airy as if he were lost in the moment.
"Yes. It feels really good. You're gifted. You should be in physical therapy."
"Mmmhmmm." He slid his hands away from her knee, one down toward her shin, the other up her thigh just a little further. "Your skin is so smooth. Just beautiful."
Chrissy reached out and brushed her fingers along his side, wanting to know if his skin was as soft as it looked. A soft sound of appreciation left her as she closed her eyes again. He was like silk. Dangerous.
His touch left her leg as she opened her eyes. He moved toward her head, leaning over and sliding his fingers into her hair as he lifted it slightly and leaned over, his lips hovering above hers. "I want to kiss you. Tell me I can."
"You don't seem like the type to need permission."
"Good enough." He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, his tongue brushing along the opening of her mouth as if asking for entrance. She reached up and locked her hand behind his neck, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue past his. He groaned into the kiss, his arms moving down to encircle her back and pull her up a little more.
The kiss was hot and wet, his teeth nipping at her lip as he paused to look down at her. Chrissy sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, the sound of them panting with untapped need filling the room around them. Ryan brushed his nose along hers before going in for another long kiss. He used his tongue to emulate sex, the slow methodical licking deep inside her mouth driving her mad. She moaned when he broke the kiss, the word 'more' on the tip of her tongue.
He released her and moved back, his hand pressing against the front of his towel. "I'm going to have to stop or I'm not going to stop. You're much too delicious to just have one small taste of Chrissy Harris."
She moved to her elbows, unsure of what to say. She wanted more and yet this wasn't the place or the time. "Help me up. Let's get out of here and get ready for tonight. I need a hot shower.”
“And I need a cold one." He laughed and moved to help her up, pausing to press his hands to her thighs as she sat up and turned toward him. He moved into the space between her legs and pulled her rear toward him, her body flush against his. His erection pushing against the softness of her body clear up to the middle of her stomach caused need and desire to blossom in her like she'd never experienced before.
"See what you do to me?" He leaned down and brushed his lips by her neck, stopping at her ear. "Tonight you can tell me no, but you'd better mean it."
He moved to kiss her softly before moving back, and opened the door. He extended his hand toward her as she worked to get her towel down
Sidney Sheldon, Tilly Bagshawe