was a terrible idea—the getting to know her part, anyway—but she had to admit she wouldn’t mind getting to know his body better. At least for a night. If he was interested in more than that—and he seemed to be—she didn’t want to lead him on.
“Look,” she said. “You were always a nice kid. Like I said the other day, you seem like a really nice guy, but I’m still not looking for a nice guy.”
He tilted his head to the side and regarded her intently. A flutter of awareness shuddered through her middle as she found herself trapped by his gaze.
“What are you looking for?” he asked. “I don’t think you answered that question the last time I asked it.”
“Who says I’m looking for anything?”
He shrugged. “In my experience, everyone is looking for something whether they realize it or not.”
“Fine.” She trailed her fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, loving the silky slide against her skin. Her gaze darted to his firm lips before meeting his eyes again. “Mark me down as looking for a good time.”
“So you’re not interested in meeting the right man? Settling down? Maybe having a family?”
Oh sure. She was plenty interested, but she knew what the chances of that were. Especially with a guy like Elijah. She shook her head. “It’s not for me.”
“Why not?”
She scowled. “I don’t remember you being this talkative when we were younger.”
Surprised laughter burst from him, and he grinned. “It’s hard to be talkative when you’re dealing with the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen and she has no clue that you’re alive.”
Color heated her cheeks, and she looked away. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.”
“You didn’t. I just felt like a loser because if there wasn’t an equation involved, I couldn’t think of a thing to say to you.”
He tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, and she caught her breath at the feel of his callused fingertips dancing over her skin.
“But that was a long time ago. I’m more interested in right now. If you don’t want to settle down, what do you want?”
She moistened her suddenly dry lips and met his gaze. Deciding to just go for it, she said, “What I really want is for you to kiss me.”
Chapter Five
Meaghan watched as the already deep blue of Eli’s eyes darkened to nearly navy, and pure hunger replaced the earlier inquisitiveness. The fluttering in her stomach turned into a battering ram as he slid his fingers into her hair and tilted back her head. He held her gaze as he lowered his head, and his eyes dropped closed as his lips touched hers.
Soft and teasing, his kiss toyed with her, deepening almost imperceptibly then retreating over and over until she thought she’d go mad with the need for more. She opened her mouth against his, silently offering, but when he refused to give her more, she nipped slightly at his lower lip.
Eli lifted his head and stared down at her, amusement brightening his gaze and lifting his lips. “Haven’t you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I hate waiting.”
His smile turned positively wicked, and she felt it all the way down to her toes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Still grinning, he swung her in a slow circle, drawing her close enough to feel the long lines of muscle through his clothes. Close enough to feel an impressive erection growing between them. Her breath caught in her throat as she pressed against him.
He lowered his head again, and this time, there was nothing slow or teasing about his kiss. His lips were hard against hers, and his hand tightened in her hair. So much for her carefully arranged up-do. The sensation of his fingertips on her scalp quickly convinced her that she didn’t care what her hair looked like when they were done. He didn’t wait for her to part her lips; he delved inside, stroking and tasting. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had kissed